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owl127 · 4 months

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Are you working on any clexa fics? I’m Clexa deprived😭

Ao3

Happy holidays!

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The house was clean, white, and large. Lexa had to crane her neck to see the Christmas decorations hanging from the parapet. Over immaculate paint, silly little Santas danced now and then to music no one else could hear. Around them, a forest of leaves, an innumerable amount of wraths in the tri-color Christmas scheme, and lights as bright as the snow covering a tamed yard.

Lexa was the ugly duckling in that perfect home. Regret warmed her cold cheeks just as the door opened, and warm gold smiled at her.

“Lexa!” Clarke was not good at hiding what she felt, and in that lightly freckled face, Lexa saw exhilaration. It would be good to be as happy as Clarke could be with anything. “Merry Christmas!” Clarke was warm and smelled like cookies. There was a hint of fresh pine under her ear and Lexa allowed herself the small pleasure of Clarke’s skin. “Come on in!”

Lexa’s protest died in her throat, and she nodded. That was Clarke Griffin: no questions asked, and always so, so warm.

The house greeted Lexa with waves of cinnamon, coffee, and Mariah Carey. But besides Clarke’s blabbering of her batch of cookies, the house was empty. The large tree in the living room reigned supreme, but the gifts at its feet were unopened.

“Are you by yourself?”

Lexa regretted the question immediately at the way the excitement drained from Clarke’s face. Clarke took off her santa hat, messing with her curls. “Mom was called in for an emergency, and Dad is out of the country. Somewhere they don’t celebrate, I think.” She shrugged, and her new smile had a sheen of defeat. “Do you want to try my cookies?”

The house and smells could be different, but families were complicated for the both of them. Lexa nodded.

They ate cookies, carved through a flawless turkey (“Mom ordered it,” Clarke explained), and watched new and old Christmas movies on the largest TV Lexa had ever seen. There were no further questions , and Clarke gave Lexa clothes for a hot shower.

Clarke’s room was as immaculate as her house, with multiple closets and shelves lined with trinkets and trophies. Her bed was pristine, and everything smelled like fresh pine. Clarke wasn’t by her desk when Lexa exited the in suite bathroom, the vapors from her long shower following her into the room.

The closet door opened and Clarke stepped inside, cheeks flushed and hands full of partially folded underwear.

“I forgot to give you one of these.” She showed her offering of Christmas-themed boxers.

Lexa chuckled and lay on Clarke’s enormous bed. “I’ll wash your joggers before returning them to you.” Clarke’s eyes did that dance when she tried to check Lexa out discreetly, and it only made it more obvious. It was cute, and Lexa swallowed at the rush of blood through her body.

“Don’t worry about that,” Clarke said, and joined her on the bed. They didn’t touch. Whatever they were, they hadn’t talked about it yet. Friends? Teammates? Fuck buddies?

Another rush of blood.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clarke asked, breaking the silence.

“Us?” The word tickled the back of Lexa’s throat.

“I meant why you showed up at my place on Christmas morning, but if you’d rather talk about us…”

“My parents fight a lot,” Lexa said. “Anya isn’t home, and I needed a break.”

“I’m sorry.” Clarke touched her hand. Her palm was warm, and Lexa held it against her chest.

“I’m sorry your parents aren’t here,” Lexa said.

“They do that sometimes.” Clarke snuggled closer, their bodies touching. There was no hiding Lexa’s arousal, not without a boxer. Clarke touched her thigh, and the tent in Lexa’s pants twitched in encouragement. “Is this why you came?”

Lexa breathed hard through her nose, grasping at Clarke’s forearm. “Not really,” she said. “I was alone, and I wanted to see you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me.”

Lexa kissed the spot under Clarke’s ear that smelled like an inviting forest. “I’m not good with words,” Lexa confessed to soft skin. “Can I show you instead?”

Their kiss tasted like hot cocoa.

#clexa #ask the owl #fanfiction #Christmas little fic #happy holidays #abo #omegaverse #drabble

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shortsighted-owl · 15 days

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For sleepover weekend, do you have any buddie headcanons you'd be willing to share?

Thank you for the ask, kind anon!

I must admit I don’t really have many hard and fast headcanons as I kinda enjoy working with that the show provides, or I’ll think of a few then kinda forget them 😅

One I stick with is that Buck changed his voicemail to include a message directly for Chris should he ever miss a call and Eddie finds out as Chris is heading for Summer camp at the end of season 3 - I have a fic on AO3 exploring this headcanon

Send me an ask for the sleepover weekend!

#thank you kind anon!#tea and hugs to you!#buddie #911 on abc #christopher diaz #owls fics #owl hoots #ask the owl #sleepover weekend

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nightowlwriting · 1 year

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Hi hon😚 It's been a while, I just wanna check in and make sure everything is okay...

Are you drinking enough water? Eating enough? Getting good sleep?

hi! omg it's been forever. yeah i'm doing ok! i moved again and my mental health took a downslide really badly. i recently started crocheting and getting more involved with work, so my time has been focused off of the internet for a little bit.

i'm going to get back to writing though! i decided that for every fic i write that's not dark in here (because i swear to god i will finish that fic if it kills me) i will write one chapter of that until it's done.

thank you so much for checking in on me!!

#ask the owl #warenai #hooting

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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what if we kissed in the clouds , or whatever ahaha.

HAPPY BIPAN HUNTLOW CONFIRMATION DAY

#part of an art trade on twt!!!#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #huntlow #willow park #hunter toh #oughhhhh hunntlow #explodes them with my brain #never ask me to draw mushy romance again this filled my quota for all of 2023 #gotta draw them crawling around on the floor next like bug #fanart #my art

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daily-grian · 3 days

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NOO GRIAN GET UP

CLEO ABOUT TO GET YOU

(i saw cleo’s post and then next was grian's lmao)

he has been captured!!!! @dailyzombiecleodoodles

#mcyt #grian #zombiecleo #hermitcraft #grian fanart #zombiecleodoodles #daily-grian #mod owl #ask #lumanan

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captainmera · 8 months

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HUNTER DOUBLE TAPS WILLOWS LIPS BECAUSE HES TOO NERVOUS TO DIRECTLY ASK FOR A KISS (maybe he taps his cheek or maybe even lips to show where, too??)

:) OH, ANON.... You must be new here.

I can do cuter than that. Please, in this backyard we serve FLUFF and PINING. Enjoy your meal....

I'm calling this comic "touch starved". Because I'm evil. :)

:)

Also can I just say that I love the tapping thing they have going on in my fic. sdfghj Not to toot my own horn here but I think it's super cute.

you're here - [PART.2] - [PART.3]

#huntlow #toh #the owl house #toh willow #willow park #toh hunter #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #tgb #the golden brother #lumity #ask #asks #art reply #luz noceda #amity blight

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dazeddoodles · 3 months

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I reckon when Eda was a kid she'd position her bushy hair over her face and say, "Look Dad! I've grown a beard like you!" and Dell would be all 😭

That's so cute, Eda was definitely a Daddy's Girl!

#the owl house #toh #eda clawthorne #dell clawthorne #my art #asks

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time-woods · 7 months

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I love your cosmic owl design like when I see him I goes "yeah the owl, that's him". Can you share some thoughts on his designing process I'd love to learn a bit

Also he gives off Garfield vibe(affectionate) for some reason

ooo!

i did this really quickly but i hope this makes some sense- i had a ton of fun designing him and im really glad a lot of people like him ! ! i rlly wanted him to read as cosmic owl as much as i could.

i also put in some lil character traits for this version of him that i think fit

#adventure time #fionna and cake #the cosmic owl #cosmic office romcom #i also wanted him to read as a bit of a dork #asks

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owlmylove · 10 months

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YOOOOOOOO the fact that nimona’s voice as a demon baby is the same voice actress as gloreth’s in the flashback. yes the logistical explanation is it’s cheaper to have one young voice, but the sexier in-narrative explanation is that anytime nimona ever portrays a young child (other than themselves) it’s in the voice of the first and only friend they ever had. until Bal.

#when nim asked bal 'not a lot of children in your life huh?' it was a canonball being chucked from a glass palace #nimona #nimona spoilers #nimona meta #owl post

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owl127 · 3 months

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Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵

read on Ao3

Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*

Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.

“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”

Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.

“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.

Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.

“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”

“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”

“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.

“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”

Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.

“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”

The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.

Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”

“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”

Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”

“How romantic.”

“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.

Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.

“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”

“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”

Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”

“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”

“You’re so kind.”

With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.

“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”

Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”

“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.

A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.

Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.

“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.

Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.

“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.

“About what?”

Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”

Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.

Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”

“It’s one ball.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.

Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.

#ask the owl #clexa #abo #little smut #jock clarke #poor octavia #let's write more about wanheda dagger i suppose #drabble #i also love when feminine characters do something like this #like fuck in a shower #or when a cute girl puts her hair up and its an undercut #DEAD #i'm currently trying to convince my girlfriend to get an undercut #a lot of strategies are being implemented wish me luck

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shortsighted-owl · 1 year

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🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🔮 What's your dream job?

Jules my lovely <3 Thank you for the ask

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Already answered, but definitely a custard cream!

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Ornimegalonyx - The giant cuban owl!

🔮 What's your dream job?

I'm kinda fortunate that I'm already doing it? I'm a Chemistry PhD student and all I've ever wanted to be was a scientist and to be 'Dr ShortsightedOwl' and I'm close to doing that - So after I finish my PhD I wanna carry on in research/doing a PostDoc!

Send me an emoji ask!

#TY Jules MWAH #ask the owl #asks #jobairdxx

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nightowlwriting · 1 year

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Hi

Do you take requests?

hi!! i do (: it might be a little bit until it comes out because i have a few requests yet to write and i just moved house ✨♥️