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◇♡Edalyn Clawthorne♡◇

THE MOST FEARED WITCH ON THE BOILING ISLES!!! And my wife ♡♡ hehe she's so pretty, just saying we need more eda fanfics- I'm running out you guys...nah I'm kidding!! But.. PLEASE EDA JUST ONCE CHANCE PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLLSSSSS ILL DO ANYTHING-

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Reblogs are very much appreciated and I'd love too know who you'd guys like too see next! Thinking maybe Luz- ooo or the Blight twins!! Ed and Em need more love tbh.

DID A COMMISSION FOR A PAL ON DISCORD!! drew up this EVIL looking patch-y luz!!

[art backlog: july 1, 2023]

i wanna redraw this one. my sillies <3

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Hello all who appreciated this! I'm not very good at navigating tumblr, so I'm not sure if any of my replies went out to anywhere they actually get read, heh. A few general comments on this piece: The artist is @gibbledygoo and I cannot recommend their work enough. I've commissioned them three times and they're brilliant when it comes to taking my meandering prose and turning it into exactly what I imagined. I have aphantasia, meaning I can't picture things in my head, so their ability to consistently take my blather and turn it into a gorgeous piece is nothing short of magical to me. I've blazed the last couple of pictures they did because work this nice deserves to be seen. If I can drive any new traffic to their commission page, so much the better. This particular picture is for my fanfic Your Touch | Freedom to be Me, an alternate timeline AU in which Luz ran away from home at the age of 11 and spent five years homeless before finding her way into the Demon Realm, two years after the events of canon took place. Many of those events continued in her absence, meaning that the timeline is very different from the show canon. It was primarily inspired by HomeLuz, but makes several nods to other influences such as MoringMark's comics and fics such as Painted Green, Covered in Red. A recurring theme throughout the fic is mental health, as many of the characters face real challenges which shape their outlook and impact the way they function in school and society. Luz in particular carries the trauma of homelessness and suffers guilt, a distorted perception of herself, and panic attacks from having had to live so long in survival mode. Characters struggle, are supported, and are loved regardless of the challenges they face. As an older writer (to put it one way, my last fanfic was written in 2003), I approach the worldbuilding as if the reader were new to the series, intertwining headcanons with established canon in ways I hope make the writing both accessible and intriguing. It's also very, very queer. I reckon to be about a third of the way done, so I'm expecting around 60 chapters or around half a million words before calling this one good, but I could be very wrong! After all, I expected to be much, much further along in story development by this point, so maybe this will turn into the next Angel of the Owl House. Who knows! Hopefully I make it worth reading regardless. You can read it here.

A home for Luz

Gib has done it once again! Commemorating chapter 6, "What we Owe to Each Other," we have a beautiful domestic scene of our owl family coming together, finally acknowledging the familial bonds between them. It's taken a long time for Luz to heal enough to trust that this is real and won't be yanked away from her, but at long last, she has finally found a home and people who love her. Gib's art Your Touch | Freedom to be Me

Painting Over

The first half is made by @moringmark & I drew the last half, I added 2 bonus drawings at the bottom bc I had fun with this mermaid AU! 

Anyways go check him out, he’s awesome :D

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.

Redrawing 🩷💜💚💙💛

I tried to redraw a fanart of the owl house. I tried to improve the poses and add more details. ✨✨

2025

2021

I made a drawing, and I liked the idea of Luz and Hunter being the only ones not holding Halloween pumpkins, as they were both worried at the time.