💖The Barbie Movie Broke Me💖

"C'mon Rainey, it's just you and me here. Trust me, Bumpykins and Faust don't know about this place. You'll be totally safe!" Her grin spreads from ear to ear, eager with anticipation. Still, they can't quite push themself to play the opening melody. Confidently she adds, "Besides, I ain't never heard you play a sour note in my life." 

They snort. "That's a lie." 

Not missing a beat, "to make you feel better," she chirps with a wink. 

They roll their eyes. "Psht. Where's that Eda-brand brutal honesty?" 

"Where it belongs, up my:" she presses a hand to her lips and mimics a fart noise. 

"Eda!" 

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Two trevor fics in one day??? More likely than you think.

October 5, 2022. SO!!! I haven't updated this fic in a while but now there's cover art for it so.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Luz Noceda Characters: Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne Additional Tags: Homophobia, Basically, Eda catches Luz crushing on Amity and Luz spirals and suspects the worst, religious trauma with a capital T, I mean it, Timeline Ambiguous, canon-divergent, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent Eda Clawthorne, Protective Eda Clawthorne, There's an oc as a homophobe stand-in, Thinly veiled trauma and lore dump disguised as a fic, but hey if you ever struggle with thoughts of going to hell as I once did, this might be the fic for you, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, author's theological hot takes here beware, this will discuss hell in detail, probably takes place somewhere vaguely late s1? Sort of?, might edit later Summary:

“What if…”

“Hey, Luz? We’re not dealing with what-ifs. We’re dealing with the here and now. And even if that fiery place really is the final resting place for all those who love wrong - which I really don’t think it is - even if you’re somehow alone - you’re tough and stubborn enough to make your way out. I know you could.”

Luz only shrugged, panic reaching its icky talons back into her heart. “What if I couldn’t? What if that’s really it?”

Eda sighed. “I know it isn’t. But for the record? Anyone who sends a person as sweet, bright, and selfless as you to a place like that is not a good person, and has no business telling people who to love.”

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 In case you missed the tags: MASSIVE TW for: religious trauma, explicit discussions of hell, panic attacks, and the like.

Shoutout to Becca and those of Eden's discord who provided support and encouragement. You got Becca in particular to thank for me organizing a series of drabbles into something comprehensible.

Also Chapter 4 of Hexsquad among Humans is!!! Still in the works!!! I wrote this long ago and edited and posted now.

Me: This'll be the last chapter, and it'll be Luz focused.

Also me: *gets smacked in the face with an idea for Eda & Lilith sister content feat. Owl Beast

Me: ok just a short bit then.

Also me: *writes well over 9000 words

So yeah when I say I'm writing something short, assume I'm fucking lying, either to myself or to y'all. The 3/4 chapter count is tentative as well. For the record, I'm bashing neither Eda nor Lilith here, just exploring character flaws in both. I love me some Clawthorne sister angst and hurt/comfort!

TW: intrusive thoughts, mentions of alcohol.

Unnerved by Luz's silence, King takes matters into his own paws and recruits his best men for the job - his plushies.

@fyregrl here's chapter 2! One more chapter coming out.

With art by bon on discord

More Hexsquad Among Humans fanart from Bon!!! Ily Bon. Anyone who makes fanart of my fics will be featured here and in the fic itself!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39662154/chapters/101812923#workskin

More fanart for Hexsquad Among Humans!!! Thanks to Bon on discord for making this for chapter 1! I absolutely adore it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39662154/chapters/99290067#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40859418

Based on the fic “ten minutes” by EedsKnees. An angst trip asking the question, “What if Luz didn’t have a backup plan for when she was petrified and Belos offered her the most horrifying out possible?”

August 5, 2022. Some artwork for Chapter 3 of Hexsquad Among Humans, drawn by yours truly. Read the associated chapter here:

Hexsquad Among Humans: Perils of a Realm Beyond the Boiling Isles | Chapter 3: The Wounds

Also I just realized if you look at the chapter title it looks like the "3:" face. I wish I could say I planned this ahead but really it's just a happy coincidence.

ALSO ALSO If you guys want to make fanart for my fiction, please do! I will feature/credit/link back to all of you! Tag me here, on insta, or comment on the fic itself (I read every single and I mean every SINGLE comment on my fic).

IT'S HERE FOLKS!!!!!

Apologies for the wait, hopefully next chapter won't take as long since it was the original snippet I had.

Tw: Light injury description

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34373602/chapters/89554378

Merry Christmas ya filthy animals! Have another chapter, my treat! This one has Luz in it. Next one will probably be sometime around New Year’s.

At long last! An update! More coming later this week!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Raine Whispers Characters: Eda Clawthorne, Raine Whispers Additional Tags: I Was Drunk When I Wrote This, I was drunk so I thought "hey let's write Eda being drunk", there do be some feels, somewhat abstract, lonely but not alone, Hurt/Comfort, Eda's gonna have some things to address when she's sober, Minimal editing, Older Raeda, For some reason my drunk writing is actually pretty good, It's a little too quiet at night, Drabble, You ever get so drunk you begin to question your reality, and if anyone's ever loved you, and if the people who love you are even real to begin with?, that's this fic Summary:

Eda loved music. Missed it to bits.

The glass was finished and slammed to the counter hard enough that the spiderweb crack crawled upward. The next wave of poison hit promptly enough but it did nothing to dull the ache in her ears. She wanted music again. When would music be back? Sure she could play the old phonograph or mess around on a cittern, but that was just noise like the clashing of cymbals.

She wanted real music.

To her, it was more than a sound. It was the scent of forest and sandalwood. It was the touch of calloused hands with painfully gentle fingers. It was the sight of surroundings cast in an ethereal red glow. The taste of music varied each time. When with music, the lips shared the same taste as the ‘blood. Sometimes music tasted salty, like when gently nibbling its ear.

Or earring…