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allura-raine · 1 year

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#purple aesthetic #sparkle aesthetic #sparklecore #oceancore #ocean aesthetic #mooncore #crecent moon #cloudscape #purple ocean #purple clouds #dreamycore #ocean shores #purple and blue aesthetic #night owl vibes

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rileyclaw · 2 years

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Willow doodles from last night because the brainworms were really yowling

#the owl house #toh #willow park #the brainworms are always there but last night.. they were Caterwauling for this #doodles (: fun . no pressure. only vibe to needlessly dramatic music #fanart #my art

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zu-is-here · 6 months

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#zu art #comic #studio #zudio #dream!sans #cross!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #it took me more than I planned but it was worth it heheh #Dream is too cute with that ''owl'' look xd #but this Cross.... he gives me maniacal vibes tbh :'D #gotta zzz— have a good night or day everyone!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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regular-gnome · 3 months

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Would they Archivists ever say that they love each other?

To be clear I'm 99.999% sure that they do love each other in their own eldritch, dysfunctional way. But would they ever say as much in as many words? Or would they say something like "As Archivists we share a common goal and look out for each other's best interests to ensure our group as a whole is successful,".

Their love language is bullying

I don't think they would explicitly say it. They grew up around each other and dont really want each other dead, but don't always get along. Overall affection isnt really a theme around the archives so "we care about the same things" is closer to it

#the vibe of your sibling laughing at you for missing night bus good luck with getting home by foot before taking out car keys #toh #the owl house #toh fanart #toh archivists #the archivists #toh collectors #owl house #toh collector #the collector #collection incomplete au #c:i Curator #c:i Architect

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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Everybody thinks Steve is a morning person but he really isn’t. It’s just that when they see him in the morning…the truth is he has been up for hours. He actually never went to sleep. With school no longer confiding him he can just sleep in the middle of the day (when he’s not working) like the night owl he is. When he works opening shifts? He’s the biggest bitch on the planet. When he actually does go to bed at a normal hour and wakes up with the sun? Well everyone just thinks he’s being a dick because he’s Steve Harrington, he’s up earlier than any of us he must just be in a bad mood. Not even Robin has picked up on the why in regards to his mood pattern.

It isn’t until Steve becomes friends with Eddie Munson after the Upside Down that someone figures out. Eddie finds Steve doing a jog around Loch Nora at 2 am when he goes for a drive because he can’t sleep. He almost crashes the car seeing Steve shirtless.

Steve is embarrassed at first, feeling like he did something wrong being up so late. Eddie doesn’t mind it though, takes the opportunity to spend more time with Steve. It’s nice that Eddie gets to see a side of Steve no one else does. And Steve learns he doesn’t mind the company of Eddie Munson.

Steve gets a late night buddy after all.

#steddie #night owl Steve agenda #this is giving romantic comedy vibes and I’m not mad about it #steddie writing prompt #writing prompts #stranger things #Steve Harrington #Eddie munson

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maxwelldpoetry · 10 months

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I find comfort in the night. The rest of the world slows down, and my mind follows suit. The peaceful silence washes over my surroundings, soothing my weary soul. The minutes that go by are mine alone, and what I do with them is between me and the Moon.

— maxwelldpoetry

#poetry #spilled ink #quotes #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #my writing #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #spilled words #night owl #late night #friday night vibes #prose poem #excerpt from a book i'll never write #letters i never sent #poem of the day #black poets society #writing on tumblr #creative writing

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ghost-bxrd · 1 month

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If the court of owls was a song what would it be?

*quietly slides you this playlist*

I think they all fit the unnerving, “high society” cult vibes, but if I had to choose only one then The Passenger by Hunting as a Horse would be pretty far at the top of the list as it has the themes of “always being watched” that the Court is infamous for. 👁️🦉

#I listen to this playlist almost daily ngl #I put a lot of time into assembling all the songs for it #and I’m very picky with any I tend to add #because the vibes and lyrics must all fit #the court of owls #court of owls #night of owls #talon #Batman #my playlist #court of owls talon #Batman night of the owls #ghost talks

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ratwithhands · 7 months

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I picked up The Anatomy Of Colour at the public library a few days ago and there's a part showcasing a bunch of different colour palettes that used to be popular for interiors. I wanted to try using one for an illustration (granted it's invisible due to the filtering), so I made this.

I have a lot of concepts for how Gear Station is built and how it looks, and one of the main things is the presence of a convention hall on the top floor. It's part of a different headcanon about how the twins will sometimes host events or parties for the public for certain holidays/tournaments in the area. Back when Gear Station was first built, this would've been one of the main gathering places in Nimbasa, but now it's mostly unused until a special event comes up. Considering it's effectively a ballroom with giant windows, it's a good spot to just see the city.

I feel like the twins would pace around here if they ever needed a break from work. It's a good place to walk off stress and just step back a bit. Emmet would probably hang there more since Ingo's disappearance.

There's also this version with the filters off.

It's been a while since I've drawn anything so I might be a bit rusty ^^*. I think this came out pretty well all things considered. Hope you guys have a good night.

#submas #emmet #subway master emmet #emmet pokemon #kudari #fanart #pokemon fanart #I actually have an animatic concept for Waving Through a Window that takes place in the same room #but that's for the musical version #There's a different one for the mashup with Owl City where it focuses on their two perspectives #That one is more about how Ingo stresses out about how to present himself and how Emmet wishes Ingo would look at him #instead of staring out at the crowd all the time since he's more focused on/worried about other people #anyways this was fun‚ I haven't done lineless digitally in 4 years #I could've lined the background but that would've taken waaaay too long to complete #besides I think this captures a specific vibe #anyways let me know what you guys think #have a good night

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villainihavedonethymotheronao3 · 2 years

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AU where the rage of seeing his brother with That Witch triggers his curse and Philip has a horrifying transformation that he can’t control. He does still very much try to kill Caleb but Caleb assumes it’s the curse and he and his wife and some townsfolk manage to subdue him.

Since Philip can’t figure out how to turn back yet and being a ten foot swamp monster does make it hard to carry out his wicked plans, he lets himself be soothed. Caleb explains that it’s alright, he’ll find a cure, and they’ll stay with his wife’s family in the meantime. Internally Philip is seething but he figures it’s best to play nice. He doesn’t have many other options.

It takes him decades to figure out how to temporarily reverse his transformation and in that time he gets 5 satanic nieces and nephews who are very fond of using him as a jungle gym. Caleb is constantly fussing and the Clawthornes, though wary at first, have accepted him as a sort of Family Beast. (Caleb didn’t mention the eating palismen thing.) “Yes, that’s our Philip! He’s a bit odd. Made out of grime and muck, can only communicate through deafening roars or by scratching words on the ground. Bit angry but I’d be too under the circumstances.”

The elixir he gets off of a traveling salesman works! But only for a day. And, he realizes rapidly, he can build up a tolerance to it. He needs to ration his use.

The first thing he does is go looking for the Collector, who he did his own research on while trapped with the Clawthornes (nephews are surprisingly useful for turning book pages). Caleb is distraught when he disappears, of course, he runs himself ragged looking for him. But Philip pops back up eventually (plus one mirror tucked in his mud flesh and a plan to kill all witchkind) and the Clawthornes just kind of accept that Philip disappears now.

Since he can’t overuse his new cure he instead sticks close to the Clawthornes, relying on their trust for him as cover while he enacts his plans more subtly. He gets money by murdering people on the road and then uses that to bribe agents. It takes some effort to hold a pen in his larger form but anonymous screeds and books about the purity of magic are almost as convincing as a preacher, especially when accompanied by attacks on border towns by a strange, indescribable monster. There’s a surplus of wild palisman around the Clawthornes, no one notices when a few go missing, everyone assumes that they found new people or new places to live. And when he really needs to make a scene he chugs a potion and goes to spread his message in person.

‘Belos’ is the name of a rabble rouser who won’t show his face, who keeps spreading unsettling stories about the Titan and magic itself. Philip is just a large, unfortunate, slightly sticky guy with eyes everywhere and deer horns. He’s good at lifting heavy things and has a seemingly infinite patience for small children and he sometimes goes into the woods to nap or chase rabbits or something.

Eventually Caleb dies (80, in bed, surrounded by children; it’s more than he deserves, the traitor) but Philip still stays with the Clawthornes. They make a very nice cover story and he does need one as pushback to Belos reaches its peak. Even when his message starts to win the war, when there are more adherents to his makeshift religion than nonbelievers, when his puppet monarch (he used Caleb’s bones, which he had such easy access to, to make a grimwalker and claimed the child was Titan sent) is actually crowned, he stays. The elixir really doesn’t work that often. He needs to save it.

He is, he’ll admit, passingly fond of some of the little mongrels his brother produced. Lilith, for example, is clearly willing to do what it takes to accomplish her goals. Edalyn, on the other hand, spells trouble. He can see it in her strongwilled glare, the way the Collector balks at the curse hanging over her, in that smile so like Caleb’s. Because she’s a very real threat to his rule (and because he could be closer to the castle, his latest grimwalker is getting rebellious and might need replacing) he accompanies her when she runs away from home. Cursed Clawthornes have to stick together, right?

He’s astounded when she stumbles on the portal—the actual portal! He’d thought Caleb destroyed it, guilty that they couldn’t go home. Instead it’s here and it’s whole and he steps through it with her, this little witch with his brother’s blood…

And then they go back. He’s not fit for the human realm, not yet. When all the witches are dead, when he’s cured, then he’ll let himself enjoy air that doesn’t smell like rot.

In the meantime he lives in the Owl House and waits.

#the owl house #this does presume that Philip was fully bemused as of the fratricide event #which I’m not sure is the case #but it makes a nice little story #he’s so happy when luz arrives you cannot believe #you’ve never seen a more delighted goop deer #to increase the Abuse Vibes philip pops in on hunter and the Grimwalkers in the middle of the night #to give them talking points for the next day #as far as they’re concerned god is a gooey swamp creature who talks to them at night #maybe he’s built in some sort of advanced version of Odalia’s speaking crystal too #or just stuck some of his goop in their brains for on call advice #keeping king and the collector separate… hmm maybe Philip specifically leaves him someplace no one else will find him #except hooty who’s been seeing that haunted shadow kid for years but no one believes him #having been dealing with him since childhood Eda and Lilith are both very good at interpreting Philip’s various screams #but luz doesn’t know what the different roars mean which poses some problems #goo uncle philip au

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deafmusiciann · 9 months

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Night Owls

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allura-raine · 2 years

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#cityscape #purplecore #neon glow #neon rose #neoncore #city lights #purple aesthetic #neon blue aesthetic #neon pink aesthetic #rose #late night #night owl vibes

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wyverndragonborn · 4 months

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Behold

Young Eurasian Eagle Owls

Or as I like to call them

LIVING LOOFAHS

LOOK AT THEM

THEY LOOK SO DISGRUNTLED. SO HORRIBLY UPSET. THERE IS SOMETHING BEHIND THOSE EYES AND I FEAR WHATEVER IT IS. THE ONE ON THE RIGHT IN THE SECOND IMAGE LOOKS LIKE HE JUST SAW THE FUTURE FOR FUCKS SAKE AND IT IS NOT GOOD

#owls #eurasian eagle owl #eagle owl #fucked up looking bird #funky little guy #funky little dudes #what is up with this funky guy #he has seen the future and it is not bright #hahahahhaha #my friend if you are reading these tags hello #you know who you are friend #THE OWL #what am I doing in these tags #having fun that's what #burying this in the tags #RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY #it is early but it feels so late #is this late night posting if it only has the vibes #...yeah

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activatebutterflyshield · 2 months

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Fooling around with more fantastical designs for the Layered Earth.

Nocturne and Sonata here were normal people, once, but they got a little too cuddly with some particularly weird magic artifacts, and now they’re, uh, not quite Angels and not quite Prophets. Angels are defined by their still being human but not having proper Humanity, and prophets by their being beyond human while retaining their all important capital-H Humanity. These two are more like… if something wanted to be part of Humanity, picked two weird college kids to be their models, kinda-possessed-kinda-replaced-kinda-cloned said college students and now they’re weird leggy army birdie thingies with twice the dramatic dispositions, and three times the urge to sing a capella in many-part harmony, and four times the audacity to dress like that.

Edit to say please click for better quality why do the pixels always get murdered

Close ups under the cut

#worldbuilding #layered earth #sketch #creature drawing #character design #anthro #technically? i mean theyre bird people not people people #look into nocturnes dead skull eyes and tell me he never dreamed of being a bird in middle school #ironically nocturne is not a night owl by any definition of the word #but he does like spoopy things like foraging bone bits and sewing by hand #sonata will probably have tattoos eventually i just dont know what she wouldnt want on her arms or legs #she very much gives biker but on a scooter vibes #i dont even know what that will look like but its her to a t #more weirdos like these to come #all of whom will be named after types of classic songs #tocata overture prelude symphony fuge aria concerto suite minuet waltz etude etc #rondo rhapsody ballet opera and the like #is it clear that im a music nerd

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tankshaw · 2 months

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i just heard the most stereotypical owl sounds outside my window followed by a haunting ghostly scream

#i Would say its ppl coming home from the bars #however the bars closed 2 hours ago and it is monday night #spooky O.o #the owl sounds were def an owl i’ve heard and seen that guy before he’s a homie #but man in that context it was chill inducing in a good way #classic spooky scary vibes im obsessed #making me feel like its halloween again

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sweetlittlestarbursts · 3 months

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mornings to the nightowl ~ original poem

The sun has a habit

Of crawling up my skin

Shining through my blinders

As if i gave him my permission

To just creep his way in

I shove him away

And use my blankets and sheets

To hide my pale face

From the golden light of day

But all to no avail

For the sun simply peels back the layers

Slowly

As if one by one

He gazes kindly down upon me

And smiles

As if i am not fighting

Kicking

Slashing

Screaming

Clawing at him

To leave me in the darkness i love

But the sun is rather persistent

and he does not take "no"

For an answer.

Mornings to the nightowl

Written by @sweetlittlestarbursts

#poetry #words words words #not sure if i like it #poets on tumblr #free verse #Madly in love with the sun stars and moon #my poetry #original poem #personal #night owl #early morning #vibing #I stay up late #This is the product #light academia #darkness and light #Celestial poetry #please reblog #if you like

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themetalheadhippy · 1 year

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After that week I'm more than prepared for it haha. I'm ready now so please spam me into oblivion.

Had to get the full body pics to accentuate the full ruffles and cuteness of this outfit 💝📷😌 I hope this makes up for the week you had 😅 and enjoy the spam 🤞

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