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Amity is always so protective of Luz, and it’s one of the most wholesome and sweet things🥺🥺🥺

Guys I just realized something,,,

You know how we're getting like...so much content on the owl kids right? But we aren't getting literally ANY info on the owl crew on the boiling isles? None at all? It's a little worrying?? And I didn't even hear anyone mention it??? (• ▽ •;)

Like, they're just giving us a bunch of content of the owl kids whilst not wanting to spoil too much, so they're probably putting the less intense stuff in there, but they're not putting anything abot Eda and co...so that probably means that that stuff is like really intense or something right?

I just wanna know what is happening to my owl babies man-

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Amity : abomonation attack

Williow : plant attack

Gus : illusion attack

Luz : glyph attack

Hunter : * PHYSICAL ATTACK*

This is a joke btw but im not exactly wrong

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Six Tropes: Chapter 2!

The second chapter of Six Tropes Walk into a Coffeehouse is live! The coffee's hot and plot's starting to plot. Actually, it's not just the coffee that's hot, and that's half the problem!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64465600/chapters/166573918

Reposting all the art (that I can currently show off without spoiling unpublished content) that I've commissioned from the talented @gibbledygoo for my Owl House fanfic, Your Touch | Freedom to be Me. The timeline has been altered. Luz Noceda is sixteen and has been homeless for five years. Driven by a new resolution each day to survive, she perseveres through loneliness and trauma, even as the shadows behind her eyes continue to lengthen. When an impossible door offers an escape from a lifetime of horrors, the fact that she's entered a realm of demons offers no deterrence: she has found a home at last. It has been roughly two years since the Day of Unity collapsed uneventfully and wild witches are still on the decline as the Emperor's Coven gathers its strength and consolidates the once untamed eastern lands. Edalyn Clawthorne, the self-proclaimed most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles and accursed Owl Lady, is about to find a surprise waiting in the market that will change her life forever. Written as if for a new audience, this all-original story gives a fresh perspective of the Boiling Isles. Carrying her trauma like a constant companion, one PTSD-stricken teenager sets about changing the world one imperfectly mended heart at a time. Even for long-time fans of the series, nothing will be quite like how you remember it, except that our protagonist still changes the lives of everyone she touches.

For anyone who read Six Tropes, this is precisely what Luz is seeing at the end of the first chapter (minus the pointed ears). XD

the things we did and didn't do

Today I'd like to recommend a short TOH fic from a member of our Owl House fanfiction Discord server. It's light and fluffy and amusing. To say anything more would spoil the surprise.

the things we did and didn't do

Six Tropes Walk into a Coffeehouse

A little sneak peek at my next short fic project...

Luz's head hurt.

Her ears hurt and wouldn't stop ringing. One eye hurt and couldn't seem to focus on anything. The inside of her skull hurt and her brain was stuck looping the chorus of that Carly Rae Jepsen song that played on the radio so often, it had to be doubling back through the space/time continuum for chronologically inadvisable exposure. A song couldn't possibly be played 28 hours a day, but Call Me Maybe sure managed it somehow.

What was she doing lying flat on her back in the middle of the parking lot, listening to some girl incessantly singing about her crush, anyway? And why did it feel like she'd just gotten her ass royally kicked by said crush's pickup truck?

Shoes slapped the pavement, growing louder. Someone was running up to her. Maybe she was hogging the good spot in the parking lot and other people wanted to lie here?

"Luz! Holy crap, are you all right?" The owner of the voice swam into sight overhead, accompanied by a slightly translucent exact duplicate who phased in and out of his body like he was performing history's least enthusiastic astral projection. Like, stepping outside his body, but the way a cat stood just on the threshold of an open door waiting for their human servant to turn off the bad weather.

It's hard to look right at ya, baby. Yup, you said it, Carlie. Now can you shut up?

But stranger than that was the feeling that she ought to know who this was, but didn't. Could a face evoke the same feeling the way a word did when it was right on the tip of your tongue and wouldn't quite make that last step out into something you could say, so you wound up sputtering and looking like you had a sneeze stuck in your sinuses? Like, it was just barely out of reach, and she could swear she knew him, but the phrase coming to mind was snot puddle, which wasn't helpful.

Well, astrally projecting or not—which, probably not, but she wasn't gonna say so and potentially hurt his feelings—he looked decent enough. Black kid, maybe a little younger than herself, hair back in a combination of afro and a top knot, and a uniform that sort of matched the one she was wearing if you discounted the illusionary twin he had going on. He really ought to get that checked out.

"Luz!" Out came a phone as if by magic and, yup, he was dialing the magic number that made ambulances appear and finances disappear. She tuned in with half an ear—the other half was hearing you took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall—as he explained that he thought she'd been hit by a car, which, no, it was Carlie's would-be boyfriend's truck, hello. Apparently put on hold, he checked in with her again. "They asked if you think you can move or if your neck might be hurt."

Move? Well, her neck felt all right for the most part. To be honest, everything hurt at least a bit, but it was her head that felt like she'd just squared off with a territorial hippo. Luz experimentally rocked herself back and forth a couple times, then threw her momentum forward and sat up. She meant to let out a sarcastic whoo of triumph, but sitting upright promptly made the world spin so violently that she settled for a sound like a wet alley cat.

"Okay, she was able to sit up, but she's not looking too hot," the guy and his astral projection—scratch that, there were three of them now!—reported to whoever was on the other end of the phone. "She's got a bad gash over one eye and I don't know if she's really with it. Hold on, I'll check—"

He covered the receiver and asked, "Do you think you need to go to the hospital?" Then, with a frown, he added, "Did Amity do this?"

Hospital. Nope. Her mom would kill her if she was anything less than dead before winding up in a hospital. With an effort of will, Luz put on her most reassuring smile and laughed nonchalantly. "I'm fine! Who's Amity?"

This did not go over as well as she'd hoped.

I won some adorable Lumity art in a raffle held by @mortellanarts!

'Can I make my own book of friendship?'

'Of course, Collector'

Amity reading Otabin to The Collector would be so cute - I think they'd love it, especially having a bedtime story that isn't that malicious pile of stone slabs they have

Spoilers for watching and dreaming below - the scribbles in the photos King's looking at

Just a huddle of weirdos helping the resident god make a book of friendship

Emira: we thought you were dead

Amity: takes more than an exploding Titan's head to get rid of me

Blight Siblings Reunite After The War

Finally managed to get around to redrawing my favourite heartstopper panel with goldric!! I think it turned out pretty well :)

Amity

the owl house has grown to be my favorite show, and although i will miss it dearly, i am so happy to see that it stuck every single landing from the beginning to its untimely cancellation, concluding with a finale that made me and so many others cry with joy.

i'm probably going to add to this drawing a bit? i will definitely do some more TOH art in the future.

weirdos forever! 💜

Look at her shes so cool wtf