#owl writes stuff

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[wolfsnooze]

in which hunter’s possession goes a whole lot worse

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Smiley Face Oatmeal For Breakfast And Bisexual Lighting

Fanfic for Camila Mama Week 2025 (@camilamamaweek)

Day 1 : Weighted Blanket / Breakfast

Summary: Breakfast is being prepared for an ill Alma by Luz and Camila.

Ao3 version

"Alma" is a camilip oc.

Enjoy!

My Camila Mama Week 2024 fics. (They will be reworked and transferred to ao3 at a later date).

This year, I plan to complete four out of the seven prompts.

Milk, oats, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and salt were combined in the saucepan before being brought to a boil by Luz, who constantly stirred the oats.

Meanwhile, her mother was occupied with the task of cutting triangles into the sides of strawberries and bananas on a green cutting board while humming a tune to herself.

After trimming the edges, Camila cut through the strawberries and bananas, resulting in hearts-shaped slices.

Once the oats had a tender texture, Luz carefully ladled a scoop into a bowl before she and Camila began adding the fruit pieces to the oatmeal.

To symbolize hair, three strawberry slices, and three banana slices were added to the oatmeal's top layer.

Luz positioned two cut strawberries below the hair to depict the eyes, while Camila positioned a banana slice at the center as the nose.

Their oatmeal face was almost finished. They only needed a mouth to complete it.

Walking over to the pantry, Luz pulled out an airtight container of sun-dried raisins that she and her mother happily set into the oatmeal, creating a smile wide enough to reach the strawberry eyes.

The raisins are also used to create eyelashes before Camila inserts a spoon into the bowl.

...

"... Thank you, Mamá and Luz," Alma told her mother and sister while in bed under a pink lightweight blanket, her voice quiet and strained as Camila served her her breakfast.

Luz gave her stepsister a warm smile. "Aw, of course, sis."

Camila directed her smile at Alma as well. "Oh, you're welcome, baby."

How she wished she could give her adorable daughter a kiss on her forehead.

Unfortunately, her little soul had a fever, so that couldn't happen.

Alma started to smile when she gazed down at her breakfast.

"Hey...," she sniffled.

A cheery look quickly flashed on her face, her eyes shining.

"You guys gave my oatmeal a face! And you even made it a girl!" Alma pointed out, noting the raisin eyelashes.

Both Camila and Luz nodded, chuckling at Alma's infectious enthusiasm as she blew on her porridge and began eating it.

"You'll start feeling better soon, baby. Your papá is bringing home your medicine."

Luz looked at her mother, leaning into her ear.

"Uh, Mamá..., are you sure it was a good idea to give Philip your car to pick up Alma's medicine?" she whispered.

"Oh, don't worry, mija. He'll be fine." Camila was cognizant of the fact that he was a licensed driver.

However, Luz's doubt remained despite her mother's reassuring smile.

...

Beardo Philip had just nonchalantly sped out of the drugstore parking lot with a cheerful closed-eye smile on his face, almost hitting a few people.

The bearded man was now making his way down the street, unaware of the fact that he was going beyond the speed limit.

After Philip casually bumps into the car that is in front of him, causing the vehicle to somersault and explode midair, the car radio begins playing a song.

This caused Philip to gleefully increase the volume.

During fun car rides, he and Alma would always sing along to upbeat songs on the radio.

When he doesn't stop at a red light, Philip begins to hear sirens and sees flashing lights in his rearview mirror.

'Oh, that must be the bisexual lighting that the kids of this generation are always raving about,' he thought to himself, utterly fascinated, as he took a sharp shortcut into someone's yard, losing the police as he finally arrived home.

[wittebanechild]

After finally defeating Belos, after everything is said and done, the adults come to a compromise about Hunter.

The boy is taken in by all of them, he goes to rotate between houses each week. They don’t know if is the best decision, worried about the consequences in the lack of stability.

But as a temporary arrangement… They think it could be beneficial for him to experience different kind of families and lifestyles, and then when he finally feels ready he can decide where he would like to settle down, after all the things he has been through the least they could do is give him the freedom to choose.

Meanwhile, they can make their homes somewhere he can call his home too.

It is as the human proverb says:

It takes a village to raise a child.

[vannpirestims]

Winslow Leach [Phantom of the Paradise (1974)] stimboard

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[zurdurer]

So.. that new episode huh (45 spoiler alert)

"owls don't eat people boys"

YES THEY FUCKIN DO

[tarn-ati0n]

I think unfortunately I like the idea of drawing a webcomic a lot more than actually writing it.

So unless I stumble across someone who likes the idea of writing a webcomic a lot more than actually drawing it, this idea is gonna be put back in the closet indefinitely.

[pinipig]

nicola in cot, way more gloomy because he lost the cat tf. just a video game streamer. found out cheating is considered bad in the outside world and constantly getting cancelled cause he can't stop 🙏

[humanconditionpoetry]

Nature's Telling

The different flowers of the valley

Hearts reflecting and sharing in a rally

Sunshine on them

The shadows of varying lengths, they condemn

But rather than be the fungi and mushrooms with roots

They live in their own bubble, bearing only their fruits

Crossing the other territories and lands

Leads to disputes in a bloodshed grand.

Till one stem is left on the stand

Their flower shed from the upheaval and ran

They migrate and move

Trying to join others in a ruse

Despite the loss, the stems try to excuse

Many encounter with the new view, the petals fall rather than bloom

The stem was their admiration and muse.

Apathy taken to the tomb.

The dead bodies intoxicate the living with their sweet perfume.

Till one young flower...

Sees the decay and devour.

Wonders if this power is the answer in the deceased hour.

The flower in blooming, pops the bubble

Expose to the outside of rain and rumble

Led them to being humble...

Found the answer in a jumble.

The dark clouds can receded...

Only by touching another leaves.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Valley returns taken in whole.

The Sun sets....and the constellations interweaves.

Through many still try to bring the dark of soot and charcoal.

Empathy was always needed...

Apathy repeated...

Left many disquieted...

Be the flower in a bubble or a stem with grief...

Or be the valley with living and decay....sharing in relief and hearts of a gold leaf.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The battle trolling through the ages.

Sun coming and going in stages.

Due to having an agency....

Worse than any king, god or angel...

But this unstable leads to be quite a fable and a faithful.

The colors on the flower or on the ground is and are still around.

They added color sharing in each other.

Empathy and Apathy twins of the same mother.

They all uttered.

[thepandalion]

yknow

one of my favorite tropes is casual use of OCs in fanfic

like. the guy goes to a convention and makes some friends and they're all OCs. or the guy goes to a new school and all his friends there are OCs. or. any number of things like that

and it sucks that usually the connotation of "OC in fic" is actually about self inserts of the author (which... is fine? typically has bad connotations of being cringe or whatever but I'm currently technically co-authoring a reader insert fic so yknow. cringe is dead) and that the only OC in those types of fics is the self insert. gimme more fics where there's like a dozen OCs seamlessly integrated into the canon characters' lives

[joyfulhottubfuntik]

Love all the silly little swap aus of GF and tOH where Stan and Ford take on the roles of Eda and Lilith respectively. They're lovely and I adore both these shows. Good stuff.

But also, the way Lilith betrayed her sister by setting her up — Ford would NEVER. Like, he wasn't always the best brother, far from it, but he is just not the type of person to betray someone, especially to win a competition. He values his own abilities far too much to ever do so

[shepcdr]

i've been quiet and doing a lot of resting up and healing... playing games, watching stuff, and also chattering away on discord. consider me on a sorta soft hiatus as i sleep and sleep and yap my days away!! i will try loading up my queue with ic stuff before i make an official return <3

[wackywatchdotcom]

realized i havent posted abt basically any of my crossovers ive worked on .... i think thats honestly impressive considering i often dont shut up about them.... but then again things ive gotten REALLY into i end up sidelining crossovers for the sake of analysis n discussion..... beautiful

[daystarvoyage]

Hey owl house fans and like minded fans of all kind making a big project

AN EPIC MOVIE FIX IM WORKING On that’ll be released MIDDLE Or Late 2026, (depending on life)

taking my time with this cause it’s a labor of love I want to put out there,having something everyone would love, meantime making my cosplays for my Comic-Con lineups, on the tumblr post, vlogging on a new discussion video of the series finale so it is drawing near.

heres the preview Along the link below

(RENEWED hope you like )

Hope you enjoy yourself and this scenery from my time at momocon.

Catch ya on the next video LIKE SUBSCRIBE

[theprinceandthewitch]

Hmm.

[eeveearoace]

I am asking you about your blorbos :3

Go wild

OMG OMG OMG HAI OWL HAIIIIIIIIIII

*deep breath in* alright, SO!! i'm having blorbo thoughts again bc. blorbossssssssssssssssss </33333333

my brain has been. my mind has been completely consumed by undertale. this happened in middle school, too, but i was able to escape. but now the obsession is back and i fear i will never be free again (do i want to be free?? idk. i mean it does make me very, very happy, so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)

ANYWAY!! the. the human characters. are so overlooked. which, i mean, makes sense!! since we know so little about them. for most of them, we only know two items associated with them, their soul color/ trait, and. maybe death order?? (altho the fic i'm working on has it's own death order but thugorehjoifejfoierjer that's another thing entirely)

but. BUT. chara dreemurr. chara dreemurr my FUCKING BELOVED. i need to put them in the centrifuge for all of eternity. i need to tear them apart limb from limb with my own two hands and then put them back together again. and then send them to therapy because jesus fucking christ you are a CHILD and you canonically tried to kill yourself twice (and succeeded the second time)

what were you running from?? what made you so miserable that you wanted to die?? why do you hate humanity so much?? did you expect to survive that fall?? did you hope you wouldn't?? what were you expecting would happen next?? did you know where you were going?? or did you just hope it was all going to end, that you'd be free, that you'd finally be able to escape whatever hell forced you to take such drastic action??

my blorbo. chara heckin' dreemurr. i love you so much. you had so many problems, but you were just scared, weren't you?? you were just a child. i don't know what happened to you, but whatever it was, you didn't deserve it.

you finally found a family that loved you. you were scared to let them in, to care about them, to show them your flaws and your scars because you never knew unconditional love, a family that would care about you even if you fucked up. but they win you over. you're reluctant to call them your family, reluctant to call them your mother, and father, and brother, not because you don't WANT to, but because you feel you don't deserve it.

is this when you start to hate humanity?? or did you always hate them?? maybe you were already beginning to hate your own kind, but this just solidified it. humans are hateful, and spiteful, and cruel, but not monsters. all of the humans you knew were awful, so you just assume that all humans were like that.

you're happy. or, at least, you're relatively happy. you don't have the frame of reference to realize, oh, i'm still depressed as fuck, actually. you're healing, but you still feel out of place, because you don't really belong here, do you?? and you feel guilty for eating their food, and using their crayons, and sitting in their chairs, because your own family, your original family, despised you just for existing.

you find a way to pay them back.

it scares you.

but you owe them this, don't you?? if you die, they can be free. sure, a few more humans will have to die as well, but if they're half as bad as you are, they deserve it.

so, you poison yourself. you get your brother to agree to your plan. you're being pushy, and part of you feels bad for making him do this, but it'll be worth it. they'll be free. and you'll be... you'll...

... you've been living on borrowed time, anyway.

your death is slow and agonizing. you're bedridden for days. you're unconscious most of the time, but that just allows you to slip into a world of nightmares. your organs are failing, and your family cries as they tell you that you'll be alright, just stay determined, but you already know. you knew from the moment you swallowed those goddamn flowers that you were going to die.

for the first time you can remember, you're not sure if you actually want to die. but you don't get a choice. you owe them your life -- and, now, that's a debt you're going to repay.

your brother absorbs your soul and crosses the barrier. your shared body feels all wrong -- too tall, too furry, too magical, too ALIVE. whatever. it's not like this is a permanent thing, anyway.

the humans, predictably, attack your shared body. your old body is clutched in your arms -- you're not sure whose idea it was -- and then humans just assume your brother killed you. they attack, which is fine, because you had to kill some of them, anyway--

-- but your brother resists.

you don't understand. these lives aren't worth saving...!! and this was the plan. this was what you had to do to save everyone!! but he resists, and you're panicking, because they're going to kill him. if he doesn't want to go along with the plan anymore, that's fine, that's okay, you'll forgive him for that, but please, PLEASE, just fight back, don't let them kill you, PLEASE...

your plan leaves you both dead. and everyone is still trapped.

you wake up.

wait.

what?

but you-- didn't you-- how are you--

you're still dead.

you're a ghost now. you've woken up angel-knows-how-many years later. for some reason, you're stuck with this stupid human child. nobody else can see you -- or, well, ALMOST nobody else can see you. turns out other ghosts can see you, too.

you have no interest in becoming the human's friend. they try to befriend you, but they also try to befriend EVERYONE. you aren't special, and you figure they'll stop trying to befriend you soon enough. you hate humans -- you'll never forgive them for what they did to you, and you'll never forget they were the ones that killed your brother, even if you played a part in that, too... but you're a human, as well. it's just more proof.

the human you're stuck with has weird time powers, apparently. nobody else remembers, but you do. they seem just as surprised about all of this as you are.

you're... finding yourself beginning to hate them a little less. it's strange. they're the one thing you hate most -- and yet, you're not sure you hate THEM. you don't understand. is this just another trick??

they trust you more than they should, just like your brother did. and that trust gets them killed, too -- but, not permanently this time. weird time powers, or whatever.

they're a good person. better than you ever were.

you're not sure what to think anymore.