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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

forgot to post these. miss her lol

she got old (26 actually but whatever) and this is styled after a triple j like a version thumbnail so…. beneath the thingy is exactly that!! and a textless version ofc

one of my favorite lumity scenes for sure !

she's going places (textless alt beneath the thingy)

A bunch of Vee drawings for today! I really love her design ^^

Lumity moms

I am normal about her

an alt of that vee drawing. now with wagging tail >:)

“Someday, you'll think you disappoint your parents, but they'll love you, not despite, but regardless. And you'll learn to let people have shitty opinions. And talk about your traumas and like the body you live in.” -Maddie Zahm, You Might Not Like Her

a vee i drew as part of the vee fanzine magma from today, shaded by @lunar-jewels !!!!

Anniversary of Your Touch | Freedom to be Me

Today marks one year since I began writing my first Owl House fanfic. In that year, I have published 29 chapters for a total of 271,868 words.

The reception has been amazing. I never expected it to take off. I never expected to still be writing it! It's gone so far off the original outline. I thought it'd be maybe a couple tens of thousands of words at most. Five or six chapters, Lumity in the early going, correct the balance of the universe caused by Moringmark breaking my heart, and pay an homage to the HomeLuz AU in the process. One year later, I'm 7500 words into chapter 30 and we've still got a ways to the season finale. After all, people assure me that Willow must girlasplode at some point in order to make way for the Lumity, and I have half a dozen commissions I need to make, and it needs to be at least 20% more queer. This is the main thing still keeping me going. I'm not done until life is done with me.

VEEEEEE

vee is FLUSTERED absolutely BAFFLED she cannot PROCESS this masha is going to get a broom if yall keep it up

(THANKS FOR THE REBLOGS!!! IF U RECOGNIZE YOURSELF, PUNCH A WALL FOR FUN)

Manitas frías 👉👈

Moringmark just casually making me cry first thing in the morning.

Tumblr Tuesday: Pretty Pretty Please I don't Want to be a Magical Girl

Pretty pretty please join us in enjoying this collection of sublime fanart for @kianamaiart's Pretty Pretty Please I don't Want to be a Magical Girl. If you haven't yet seen the pilot animatic, you can watch it here if you like—it's really very good. Thank you to Kiana and all of your fans for these delightful visual treats! We can't wait to follow along for more Aika, Zira, Hoshi, and co. <3

@hannatsunari:

@heilos:

@watercups:

@danicalzone:

@bigbababooeyboobies:

@muub1:

@ylvert:

@s0upjuice:

@maelicgrn:

@southpauz:

@peteytheparrot:

@dangergggg:

@androsartstuff:

@dahlilalilalia:

@lemkura:

@jakeinaflannel:

what watching too much anime does to a mf

She fuzzy! I'ma enjoy this in celebration of RTP's completion. ^_^

Vee in some cool outfits inspired by pintrest

THE SEQUEL TO THE VEE DRAWING HAS ARRIVED!!!

i saw that basically nobody has drawn vee with a big ol ponytail yet so i DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!

ASK BRITPOP (based) LUMITY!!!!

(Idk what to add here really, i had this AU for a long time and decided to turn it into an ask blog!)

Cute story and pictures!

New zine on gumroad! 🪸 I've illustrated my Beach Day lumity fic:

☀️ 2.3k words, 20 page PDF 🏖️ 19 pieces of fan art (comic panels/paintings/exclusive sketches) 🌊 all for £1 (free for patrons!)

fizzledlines.gumroad.com/l/beachday

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.

A Role to Play: Finished!

Part 3 of RTP is done! This encompasses several months in the domestic life of Vee and Masha and the significant developments in their relationship. It is very spicy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59673937/chapters/164143651

I do have some notions for future RTP content, but otherwise, I'm calling this done and moving on to chapter 30 of Your Touch, and starting up another side project I'm calling Six Tropes Walk into a Coffeehouse — a humorous human AU, beta Lumity story! A little preview:

Amity is the heiress of the Blight family fortune. Luz is a small town girl—or maybe boy; she's not always sure what she wants to be—who's been putting up with her snooty behavior for the last two years, and if she hears "service with a smile!" from her manager just one more time after a visit from the insufferably catty young woman, she might take a bat to his head. They're as different as could be, from social class to the grades they get in school. They mix like oil and water, if the oil's on fire and the water wants to kick its ass.

So when Amity comes into the coffeehouse to ask a huge favor, Luz is determined that she's going to get her money's worth before she agrees to anything. Amity needs a date for the biggest business dinner of the next ten years. Every major competitor will be there, vying for the attention of investors like the Blights. Mergers will be discussed. Deals will be signed. Futures will be carved out between billionaires and their kids, and the kids won't necessarily have a say in matters.

Amity needs a date. It's the only way to ensure her parents won't try to sell her off at the first opportunity. The problem is that any of the people she calls friends are exactly the kinds of people she'd rather not wind up married off to, and since they're already on her parents' short list of approved company…

It's a perfect opportunity to get this unbearable, self-important snot out of Luz's life for good. One night of shaking hand and speaking in a fake rich person accent for a pile of money and never seeing that ridiculous dye job in the customer line again? She's down.

There's only one small problem, and it just ran her over in the parking lot.

"Luz, are you okay? Did Amity do this?!"

"I'm fine! … Who's Amity?"

they do be sleebin

ART REQUESTS FOR POLITICAL ACTION!!!

Hey y’all! So I don’t talk about where I work on fandom socials because I don’t want to dox myself or whatever but fun fact: I am a scientist in the Office of Research and Development at the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency! I am speaking now as a private citizen and not as an EPA representative. An article from the NYT came out yesterday saying that the reduction in force plan for the EPA includes a dissolution of my office, which, to be clear, is the entire scientific research arm and the largest office of the agency. I don’t think it’s a stretch to think that would significantly hinder the EPA’s mission of protecting human health and the environment.

It’s not just the EPA: the unelected and not congressionally approved leader (Elon Musk) of the unofficial department that was not established by Congress (DOGE) is (illegally) coming after ALL federal services just so their billionaire friends can get richer. I know a lot of you are not U.S. Americans, so you can’t do anything, but for those of you who are: please do something, whether it’s calling or writing your reps, showing at a protest, or just talking to your family (talk to your family about Social Security, Medicare, and the VA particularly).

This is about the constitution (which has been violated an absurd amount of times in the last two months), it is about YOUR public services, it is about YOUR worker’s rights and civil rights, and it is, frankly, about the economy, which is already taking a hit.

Every little thing that you do counts 🙏🏼 AND if you do something I WILL FULFILL AN ART REQUEST FOR YOU!!! I have never done this before, so patience please 💖💖💖 but I will do my best and I look forward to hearing about your action!!! DM me with your political action after you have done it and your request (I may negotiate based on my skill level 😅).

Role to Play Part 3 hit 8900 words last night.

Masha and vee as adults!!! I love them both sm 😭🙏❤️

Willow, my beloved. And Amillow my beloved. And Huntlow my beloved. ... I just love them all. =-p

i offer you a willow park in these trying times

WIIIIIIILLOOOOOWWWW

Hunter and Willow are insufferably cute when they finally officially start dating.