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  • marcyuwu
    05.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Raine: they hate me because I'm nonbinary :// also treason but mainly because I'm nonbinary ://

    #raine whispers #I need new Raine content asap #the owl house #eda's requiem#toh#incorrect quotes
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  • siamusotima-aranea
    05.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Ok, so I dumped my owl house fic ( Still ongoing, very sad, Hunter gets adopted pretty much, Belos is dead, Eda and Raine combine households for one big happy family) into this thing: https://app.inferkit.com/demo

    Which is: “ InferKit's text generation tool takes text you provide and generates what it thinks comes next, using a state-of-the-art neural network. It's configurable and can produce any length of text on practically any topic.” Its fascinating.  

    Most of it’s a mess, but some times a line or two will be like really good as like a prompt or starting point. I’ve been fiddling with the advanced controls to keep it from getting too random and out there without getting stuck in a loop, I like the settings a little lower then the defaults. 

    Anyway, here’s some highlights of things I found either interesting or as good prompts (Also I fixed some pronoun issues on some of them, and stuff.)

    --

    Katay’s eyes went wide as she realized what he said. “Eda, your wings…”

    --

    “I’m sorry,” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.

    “No…” Eda said, stepping forward to touch him. “There is nothing to apologize for, Hunter. You saved us all.”

    --

    Raine felt tears come to their eyes. “Eda…it’s just…”

    “I know,” Eda said, and touched their shoulder. “Don’t worry. I can help you.”

    --

    “Hunter,” Luz said. “Let her go.”

    “No.” Hunter said. “She’s going to die.”

    “Hunter,” Luz said, “You don’t know that.”

    “I’m not leaving her,” Hunter said, his voice shaking. “She’s my friend.”

    --

    Hunter turned to Luz. “I’m sorry, Luz.”

    “Don’t be.” Luz said. “This is just... another thing that happened. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll find another way.”

    “Yeah.” Hunter said. “Yeah. I know.”

    --

    “I don’t want to leave.” Hunter said. “I don’t want to leave my home.”

    “I’m sorry.” Eda said. “I know. But it’s not your home anymore.”

    “I’m sorry.” Hunter said. “I know.”

    “You’re still here.” Eda said. “That’s what matters.”

    --

    Anyway feel free to use the prompts. I might make more later if anyone is interested. 

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  • spinaroos-47
    05.12.2021 - 7 hours ago

    That moment when both you and your parent don't have the best track record about taking care of basic needs but you still call eachother out as if you didn't do the same thing

    #toh #the owl house #beloctober#hunter toh#raine whispers #hunter whispers au #my art
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  • sleep-eat-read-repeat
    05.12.2021 - 11 hours ago
    Luz: hey!! stop- stop arguing. come on, hug it out.
    Raine, Lilith, and Eda: *struggle to form a group hug*
    Lilith: who took my wallet
    Eda: sorry
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  • fuckthisshitimin
    05.12.2021 - 11 hours ago

    Advent Calendar, Day 5: 9PM (It’s been raining)

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    She slams the door, and they get up immediately. Their back hurts, their legs. Condensation socks aren’t enough, and the floor level flat is more humid than ever. It’s easier with their weight on their cane and they rush to her.

    She takes her mask off, her hoodie, her jacket, her shoes. She’s soaking wet, and she shivers a little. Her temple is red, and so is her cheek. She takes off her mittens and her gloves. Her knuckles are bruised. They don’t like the way her left arm moves.

    They hold out a hand. She backs away. “Don’t touch me I’m full of gas.”

    Her eyes are an angry red, too, and her hair is even more of a mess than usual. She does smell like tear gas and their nose wrinkles instinctively. Soon, her clothes are a mass on the floor, and she’s off to the bathroom. “Is the hot water back? Oh, it is. Fuck, yes. Fuck.”

    They knock on the door softly, to say they’re coming in. “You split up with the others?”

    They were worried and she’s a mess. They hate that they were right. They lean on the door. It relieves their legs a bit. They wish they had been there.

    “So I’m the first one here?”

    They nod. They don’t like it. On the pile of Eda’s clothes, Derwin’s phone. “You are. I’ll make tea.”

    They turn off Derwin’s phone, Eda’s and their own, put it in a box near the door. Fill the kettle, turn it on. Teapot, tea, sit down. They hear the water from the shower stopping. Eda’s steps are loud, when she walks into the main room. The kettle stops around the same time. They start to get up. “I got it.”

    She brings the kettle to the table.

    They hate seeing her like that. She always does her best to keep a positive energy. She’s the life of the party, the reassuring loudness, the one you can count on to cheer you up and make promises she intends on keeping. The doubt, the anger, she keeps it inside. It took her time, to accept to show it to them. They wish they had been there. But she swears, they pour tea, she crashes on the couch and they’re glad that they’re here.

    “They took Derwin.”

    Raine nods. “I saw his phone. Phones are out, by the way.”

    She swallows. “What time is it?”

    “Nine.”

    She nods, once, twice, thrice. She gets up again, she goes to the chest where she keeps her clothes. A pair of shorts, socks and shoes and a sweater. She would be so cold, if her anger wasn’t burning.

    “Do we wait for the others?”

    They forgot the cups. They get up again, she doesn’t stop them. They take four, sit back down. She sits across from them. “Did you put something on your face?” It’s already starting to bruise.

    “It’s okay.” They frown. She walks back to the bathroom, and when she’s here again she has arnica with her. They hold their hand out.

    “Let me.”

    She squints at them, and for a moment they battle. Not saying anything. Until she sighs and Raine gets a hold of the tube. They put it on their fingers, and Eda flinches at the cold texture. “Relax. You’re home.”

    “I don’t want to relax. I don’t want to calm down. I want to know what we do now.”

    “We clear our heads.”

    “Derwin’s spending the night in jail and we clear our heads?”

    “He has all the right numbers.”

    Her teeth are gritted tight, and when gel has been applied everywhere, she moves away. They grab her hand, as gently as they can. She lets them. “So. What happened?”

    She flinches. Maybe it wasn’t the right question. But she has to let it out, in one way or another.

    “They put us against the wall.” They nod. “Ten of us, or something. They asked we take off our masks. We didn’t.” Her voice is laced with rage. “They tried to take Amber’s one off, she was shaking, and we fought back. Others came to help, there was this girl… Don’t know her name, but she took some bad hits, hope she could get away. That’s when Derwin gave me his phone, because of fucking course he saw it coming. We got away at first, we split up and got lost in the crowd for a bit, but at this point they had been gassing for hours and there weren’t that many people left. They closed the whole fucking district. A neighbor opened a door and I saw Katya get in. Derwin got caught just before he could reach it, Katya tried to get out to help him but whoever let her in didn’t let her. I was running too, and I just couldn’t… Fuck. I changed, I hid and kept moving for a while, and then I came back here. I don’t know about Amber.”

    They nod. “Okay.” They nod again.

    “I’m pissed.” Of course she is. They are, too. She’s shaking. They know she hasn’t told anything. She hasn’t mentioned exactly when she got her bruises, nor what happened that got them cornered in the first place. “I am thriving.”

    “Why are you pissed?”

    “Wh–” She snaps at them, eyes wide, face closed. She’s taken aback. “How would I not be pissed, Raine? None of this is normal, none of this–”

    “But you knew this was a possibility. You know this happens. So why are you pissed?”

    They know why they are. They understand how the rage running in their veins works, how it affects them, what feeds it.

    “I don’t understand your fucking point.”

    There’s no aggression in her voice. Disbelief. Anger. Towards herself.

    “I think you do.”

    She clenches her fists. She grunts. She’s never said it before. And they hope.

    The door swings open and there is a body like a bullet, straight to Eda’s belly.

    “Mommy Eda!”

    She holds Amber tightly. She’s crying. Maybe it’s just remains of tear gas. They know it isn’t. The door closes, and they see Katya. She looks calmer than the rest of them, but her brows are tight with worry. She nods at them, at Eda. “Phones out.” She says, and Amber put hers with the others. They close the door between the entrance and this room, they sit down.

    There is no chitchat. It’s straight to the point. A quick check-up. Everyone is mostly okay. Raine, too. Katya’s efficient. More than ever. Eda rolls a cigarette for herself, one for Katya.

    “Okay, Derwin was supposed to go back to his parent’s place tomorrow. His mother worries quite a lot, so I’ll have to call her and tell her to not call the police. She knows me, so it should be okay.”

    They all nod. “What do we have for his guarantee rep’?”

    Eda frowns. “He gave me his phone, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

    Amber just looks at the both of them. She snuggles closer to Eda. They wouldn’t say they’re jealous. That’s not the right term. Envious, a bit. Eda holds Amber’s hand. And the feeling goes away. They reach for Katya’s knee. She breathes in and out. “I’d rather we have a file ready. I have his student card, and I’m sure I can find his ID on his computer, and probably his contract too.”

    Raine bites their lips, and Eda frowns. She’s not so sure. “We could ask Tiny to make him a housing certificate.”

    Katya nods. “I’ll call her. If she says no…”

    Eda nods. “I’ll ask my sister. And if my sister says no, I’ll make him one.”

    “Thanks. Tomorrow morning, I’ll call the lawyer to see if Derwin contacted him or not. If he hasn’t, I’m going to the police station.”

    “No.” Eda’s voice is certain. She fights to catch Katya’s eyes. “We’re not giving them any info on him without his consent.”

    “Did you see how they took him?”

    She’s on the verge of something. Like she expects Eda to break, but she doesn’t. “I did. And I know you’re worried, but you can’t do that.” So she’s the one to break.

    “… I know.”

    She gets up. “Where are you going?”

    “Tiny’s. And then I’ll go home.”

    She’s out the door like a gush of wind, and Raine just has the time to catch her eyes for a second, to mouth something that makes her smile a sad smile before they can’t see her anymore.

    Amber breaks away from Eda, grabs her mug of tea. It’s not so hot anymore. “Can I sleep here?”

    Eda looks at them, looks at her. Amber’s voice is clear, and her smile is tired. “I’m scared.”

    Eda’s fingers intertwined with his. She squeezes their palm, her other hand on Amber’s head. “Sure. I’m scared, too.”

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  • carmen-sandal-eggos
    05.12.2021 - 14 hours ago

    (Making pancakes)

    Eda: *holding King arm's length by the scruff of his neck in one hand, chocolate chip container away from him in the other hand*

    King: *shoveling the chips he managed to grab into his mouth messily*

    Raine:

    Raine, turning around: On second thought I'll get my coffee later

    #the owl house #toh #incorrect toh quotes #toh incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #toh eda clawthorne #eda clawthorne#eda#toh eda #the owl house eda #toh king #the owl house king #toh king clawthorne #king clawthorne #toh raine whispers #toh raine#raine whispers #the owl house raine whispers #the owl house raine #raeda #raine x eda #eda x raine
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  • wildflower-booknerd
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    May I present you Blair the Fire witch. My new oc in the owl house.

    She was once promising student and she would probably join the emperors coven if she didn't want to become the wild witch. Blair was excelent with fire magic and she likes blow up thing, thats why she's called the Fire witch.

    But then she was capture by Kikimora and her own mother. So Blair was put into potion coven, which was devastating for her. Now she's hiding, making potion for Eda Clawthorne and still blowing things up.

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  • pizzaboat
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Y'know that trope with a scenario where one person becomes a monster and they push away the people in their lives, sometimes partners to protect them, but eventually end up letting them help them in their morally questionable attempts to hide their reality from others?

    I need to make a Raeda au of that.

    That basically Canon Raeda with some hinging details that could use a few tweaks for it to work.

    God I love aus

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  • fuckthisshitimin
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Advent Calendar, Day 4: 7AM (Home in a second)

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    Her bag is heavy with intentions. Filled with meaning.

    Lilith would call it useless garbage– will call it useless garbage. But she will keep the scarf Eda knitted her, even if she doesn’t wear it outside, the same way Eda has kept every hand-made birthday card her sister ever gave her. From flat to squat, from squat to truck, from truck to house, they followed her steps.

    It’s a home made of paper.

    The train’s brakes hiss on the rails, a voice says words she heard oh so many times. A name, a place. A train station in the early morning. The hall is open, just three platforms, a high sheet metal roof where pigeons sleep, a paper shop, a Starbucks.

    This could be anywhere in the world.

    Not quite lifeless but still asleep, brisk winter air coming from the dimly lit streets and parking lot, the echo of Eda’s steps, shadowed by King’s claws tapping rhythmically on the ground as they walk.

    Eda spites corporation, the same way she spites overly sweet coffee and overpriced industrial pastries.

    There is no telling how she grew accustomed to this. How she doesn’t even question it, walking into the Starbucks.

    Maybe it’s because it’s the same everywhere.

    There is no place on this Earth where she can’t say:

    “Cold brew in Grande, with a shot of apple blood and two shots of expresso.”

    It’s a home away, a home in a cup.

    Maybe it’s because she met someone there, an eternity ago.

    “Haven’t heard that in a minute.”

    It’s a home of air, a home of a voice, a room in her heart she never had the heart to close.

    She doesn’t know how to get rid of things.

    Doodles and trinkets and rotten flowers, toys and weapons and pieces of nothing, melodies and pictures and broken phone chargers, books she hasn’t read and memories and credit card receipts.

    Little things she collects, she hoards.

    She’s the first to be surprised, like they don’t realize what they said, not before they look at her.

    She never lets go of anything. She needs to hold on.

    Keep pieces of stuff, stuff she can call hers, a home she can pack in a bag and touch and look at, what did she loose, that was so dear to her, that she feels she has to keep everything so close? Will the world disappear if she throws it all away? Will she?

    Bright, green eyes, and a smile as awkward as it is on pictures, and she laughs, not too hard, she can’t close her eyes.

    It’s a home in a moment, it will soon be gone, it will slip away.

    The time that has passed will catch up with them, the change they’ve gone through, the things they didn’t say. It’s just one perfect moment and she stops everything for a second. Laughing, breathing. She just collects it.

    She imprints it inside her memory, she adds it to her treasure. She hoards it like she would a bracelet or a charm.

    So when it’s gone and she has to say something, and Raine Whispers has to make coffee, it’s still there, engraved on top of her pile of stolen moments, and she holds on to it.

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  • spinaroos-47
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    I fought with tooth and nail before the flag had flown

    But you were already gone

    I swear that I loved you, I swear that i loved you

    I swear that I loved you

    I swear, I swear

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  • spinaroos-47
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    When the war starts in my heart?

    When the war starts in my heart?

    #more the crane wives songs that make me think of raeda #toh #the owl house #raeda#raine whispers#eda clawthorne#my art
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  • stuffdaranger
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago
    #toh#eda clawthorne #eda the owl house #eda the owl lady #eda toh #eda x raine #raine whispers#raine toh #the owl house #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfic#raeda fanfic#raeda#raine#eda#edalyn clawthorne#fanfic #the owl house fanfic #toh fanfiction#raeda fanfiction
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  • analiceharu23
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    Young Adult Eda, again haha.

    #drawing#fanart#desenho#desenho art #the owl house season two #art#amity blight#lumity#eda clawthorne#ilustration #raine x eda #eda the owl mom #eda's requiem#edalyn#toh fanart #the owl house raeda #the owl house fanart #doodle#fypart#digital aritst#digital art#ilustracion#ilustração#raeda fanart #a casa da coruja #toh season 2 #fypシ #the owl post #the owl lady #eda fanart
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  • spinaroos-47
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    Gentler Storms

    It smelled nice. 

    Cold breeze went through the half open window, followed by low grumbles as the previously blue sky turned into a wash of greys. It almost felt like home. Like the rain he always saw. But it was cold, the air wasn't charged, everything felt calm, nothing did really stop because of it. 

    Hunter timidly reached his hand out of the opening, waiting. His heart fluttered in anticipation, but quickly turned into worry. Did it actually not boil? Was it another lie?

    ...That was a stupid thought, of course it didn't. The human...he and her weren't exactly on the best of best terms yet, but she wouldn't have a reason to lie about this. She might have been a lot of things, but she was not a liar. 

    More grumbles. 

    The first few droplets were barely felt on his arm, slowly dotting the sidewalk below. Big blobs of water started hitting his hand not much after. It was cold! It really was cold! No boiling, no sizzling, nothing! He didn't even realize how much he smiled until it began to hurt the corners of his mouth, ears burning at the thought. No one else was there at the moment, thankfully, seeing him acting like such a little kid.

    The street was pretty desert, not much movement in the middle of the afternoon, the corners of the road starting to form puddles, which were then disturbed by a car passing by every once in a while. It was a lot more...calm, but still it's own flavor of lively. This weather, as weird and different as it was, brought some comfort to him. A small thing reminding of home.

    He stopped looking out the window for a moment, checking the surroundings. No one was there for sure, not even his palisman, too busy snoring on the couch. That was his chance. Swiftly, he got his shoes, putting them on while walking to the back door, almost tripping on the way there, barely able to contain his giggles. Opening the door-

    He stopped.

    That was it. 

    The thought of stepping out was still terrifying. 

    It was right there, just had to take a few steps out, but his legs wouldn't move. Water covered everything, up above in the sky there were the distant sounds of thunder, wind followed the light storm and cooled the air. It was still pretty bright outside, despite the heavy clouds covering the sun and making everything look duller.

    The rain already had picked up speed. Trying to go out on the Isles when the weather was like that was suicide. Not there, though. 

    Taking a deep breath, Hunter closed his eyes, walking out into the rain. 

    Deep breaths. It was all going to be fine. 

    Deep breaths.

    Didn't take too long to feel his hair getting wet, or his skin peppered with it, or his clothes clinging to his body and becoming heavier with the water soaking them. 

    The giggles returned, bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes at the sky. It was actually almost overwhelming how underwhelming it was. He'd heard the stories about it, but until recently no one thought it was possíble to go see it, and now here he was! Drenched and soaked and grinning like a madman!

    On the ground, even more puddles were there than on the street, splashing around as Hunter jumped on them, making a mess. They went throughout the whole backyard and deep into the forest, where the abandoned shack with the old portal was. Home. Not really, though, not anymore. Well, kinda? Where was his home now? He was staying with the Nocedas for a short while, sure, but it's not like he would be staying there long term.

    Would be nice if that happened, though. But why would it? They didn't have to do this. Specially not for him.

    At least he could appreciate the little time he had there then. The smell was grassy, dominating over any others, specially when it really started pouring, rain loudly smashing against every surface.

    But it stopped. 

    A gentle hand touched his shoulder, guiding him back inside, asking a million things, worried out of her mind, still on her scrubs. Looking up, he couldn't see the sky, only metal and fabric of the umbrella Camila brought. He couldn't help but smile, reassuring her. Things were good now.

    Thunder kept roaring while they went back inside, getting a towel for him. It would keep pouring the whole afternoon, until after Luz and Vee came back, bringing snacks for everyone, already planning a movie night for later. Or anime night, as it was soon decided.

    They wouldn't shut up about a "Red Dragon Iona", swearing he would love it. No idea what it was. And neither did Camila, chuckling with the exciment of the two, Rascal perched on her hand. 

    He really wanted this to last forever, to have many more rainy evenings and movie nights bundled up in blankets on the couch.

    Maybe he could stay a little longer there.

    #toh #the owl house #hunter toh#camila noceda #well theres other characters but do i tag them? #long post #harsh rains gentler storms #writing#alec talks#alec writes
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  • fuckthisshitimin
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    Advent Calendar, Day 3: 4PM (You should ask) 

    “You should ask them out.”

    “I am not taking dating advice from you.”

    Luz stretches her shoulders, feet stomping on the floor rhythmically. She lets out a long, long sigh. Eda packs her notebooks, her bag is a mess. She digs out her cup of coffee. It’s probably cold now, but it’s better than buying one from the machines, Luz guesses. She packs her own material, vaguely arranging the books she has to put back in place in the corner. She puts the ones Eda used, too.

    “We’re closing the desks, do you need to check something out?”

    Luz turns around, a smile spreading on her lips at the voice. Pink suits Amity, she thinks. With the exams around the corner, she hasn’t really got time to get used to her girlfriend’s new hair color. “No, we’re good.”

    “Cool. I’m… I’m out in half an hour, do you…”

    “I’ll be at the café across the street?”

    A smile on Amity’s face, too, and a hand that lingers on her arm. Amity’s working, Luz reminds herself. She can’t take too much of her attention now. She can’t just hold her. Half an hour, she said? This will be long. But she’ll wait.

    The librarian footsteps go away, and she turns her attention back to Eda. “You’re adorable, kiddo.”

    A pat on her head, and she realizes Eda had the time to put on her coat and scarf. She takes half of the books under her arm; Eda takes the other. “You could be like that with Whispers if you asked them out.”

    She snickers, in her very special Eda fashion, and Luz rolls her eyes.

    “They’re my professor,” she says checking the label from the first book in her pile. “It is wildly inappropriate.”

    Luz follows her in the library alleys, putting books down. Her eyes have a hard time focusing. “You are wildly inappropriate. I didn’t think you cared about that.”

    No response at first, and Luz wonders is she somehow magically found the right words. She wishes she had. Eda did help her clarify her situation with Amity, back in September. She just wants to do the same. The other’s eyes are distant for a moment, but Eda snaps out of it soon enough, walking towards another bookshelf. “Well, they care about stuff like that.”

    Luz cringes. She remembers the first few weeks of school. Eda had… well, she had a hard time figuring out how this all worked. She remembers that she flirted with Raine Whispers within five minutes of Introduction to Performing Arts Law, and that the professor wasn’t pleased, to say the least. It was a hell of a first class.

    “It’s not even like you are in any of their classes next semester, right?”

    Eda freezes for a second, and Luz feels her own face flatten with tiredness. “You. You signed up for another of their classes.”

    Her tone is accusing, and she sees the way Eda grimaces. She sighs. She still doesn’t think it’s a big deal. There is a chance it’s against college policy, but this has to be a special case, right? Eda isn’t the impressionable young adult these rules are trying to protect.

    She’s an emotionally stuck fully grown woman, grey hair, bad habits and all that.

    “I still think it’s worth a shot. You just have to not put pressure on them. They’re monitoring their own exam Tuesday, and you have extra time. You’ll have a chance to talk to them.”

    Golden eyes settle on her, and Luz realizes her hands are empty. “Look, Luz, I’m happy you’re trying to help, but don’t.”

    Oh no. Eda’s running away. And if she does, Luz probably won’t see her before said exam. They don’t have any other studying session planned.

    “Come on, Eda!”

    “Bye, kid!”

    “Think about it!”

    The woman just turns around. There’s a wide grin on her face, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Trust me, I do that enough.”

    .

    A hand on her shoulder. Squeezing. Shaking her, just a bit, and she opens her eyes. She’s sleepy.

    “Ms. Clawthorne?”

    It’s not her room, it’s not a bed, it’s wood against her cheek and her back hurts. Her butt, too. And her legs. And her arm. She remembers a time she could fall asleep under her desk and wake up just fine. Oh, aging is no fun. Sitting on a chair for hours on end isn’t, either.

    It was raining when she fell asleep, and now she can see sunlight caressing the floor. A pair of green eyes, shielded by red framed glasses. “Fuck.”

    She sits up slowly. “I fell asleep.” Other students are still in the room. Do all of them have extra time? Or did a great deal of students turn their papers in early? She looks at her professor slowly, and she knows she has to wake herself up more than that. And quickly.

    “You have an hour left.”

    She nods, looks at her desk. There’s her thermos of coffee. Good. This will help. She takes a sip. Did she forget her meds? Or did she just not realize how tired she was? No, she took her meds. She thinks. “Thank you for waking me up.”

    She instructed every person monitoring the exams to do so. She does have awful high school memories. Teachers usually had no problem waking her up during classes— and maybe she was a troublemaker, but that didn’t mean it was okay for them to let her sleep during tests. Fuck those guys.

    “Sure.”

    She manages to smile at them, and dang, she must look ridiculous. She is pretty sure she has marks from the table on her face. And her eyes aren’t fully open. Well, it isn’t the first time they saw her like that. She yawns greatly, and they pinch their lips. “Hm?”

    They shrug, but she just puts her chin on her palm, waiting.

    “Do you…”

    They look at the other end of the room, where their colleague is standing. Eda doesn’t follow their gaze. “Do I?”

    “Do you need something?”

    She shakes her thermos. “Coffee. I’m good.”

    They nod. But they don’t leave yet. She should be writing. She should read what she wrote before she fell asleep, and scratch it. It is bound to be bad. They look at her drink with a grimace. She cocks her head, and they scrunch their nose. “Cold coffee,” they justify. “It’s. Ew.”

    She laughs, trying to keep it down. If some students gave the both of them attention at some point, everyone seems to be back to the exam now. She waits for them to leave, but they linger. She’s still sleepy. She feels bold. “Meh. You could buy me a hot one later.”

    She doesn’t know what happens on their face exactly, but it’s something. She thinks they blush. But their eyes are serious.

    “This is no joking matter.”

    She has half a mind to say she isn’t joking. But they do look offended now, and she just nods. She sees their hand clutching at the fabric of their sweater vest. “Yeah. Okay.”

    They open their mouth, but she goes back to her paper. Oh my. She wrote some phenomenal nonsense here.

    .

    Luz hands out her paper ten minutes before the end of the extra time. Eda catches her eyes before she exits the classroom, and can’t miss the way she points at Raine with her head, eyes big. Eda rolls her eyes, and she’s lucky Luz cannot take a promise out of her.

    The minutes hand reaches the top of the clock exactly when Eda hands out her own paper. She’s happy with herself. She got better at this time management thing. She crosses Raine’s eyes, and there is something left unsaid there, impossible to ignore. If she doesn’t do anything about it, it will haunt her. But it’s okay. She’s used to live with her ghosts.

    She pauses at the door. She remembers Luz’s eyes, her hope, and she finds herself leaning on the wall, waiting for the professors to come out. She wonders what Luz saw, that made her so sure Eda had a shot at this. It’s not even like she has the whole story. Some part of Eda regrets not telling her, but she has no clue what she’d even say.

    That they already met? Luz would call it fate, she has this ability to throw out huge concepts, like soulmates, and love, and flowery words to describe her own feelings. That they already technically had sex? Luz would positively freak out. She wouldn’t let Eda get away with it. Ever. She grunts.

    She doesn’t like remembering that night.

    And she knows, somewhere, that she won’t like remembering today either. But she says, still, because she’s supposed to be an adult, and then she can tell Luz that she tried, that it didn’t work and that it’s okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

    It’s ten past four when the professors exit the room, Eda heard their footsteps approaching, she heard Raine’s voice through the door and she stoop up a bit straighter. It’s almost funny, how they stop mid-sentence upon seeing her, how their face changes. They give the papers they were holding to their colleague, and she nods, like she understands. Eda wonders if Raine mentioned anything to her.

    They don’t start the conversation.

    “Let’s have that coffee,” she says, and she knows her casual tone is a disguise, but she can’t tell if they can tell, “not as a date, don’t worry. Just two adults, in the daylight, no alcohol, no funny business.”

    “I didn’t know this was in your ability set.”

    It’s not a no. Their arms are crossed, and she feels she really screwed up earlier. She really, really wants to blame her sleeping disorder for that. But she knows she let herself say it.

    “I’m buying. I owe you that.”

    They take a deep breath in, turn their heels, not sparing a glance. Maybe this is how she made them feel. She’s reaping what she sowed. It’s a bit bitter on her tongue, but she’ll take it.

    “You threw up on my shoes.”

    She cringes, and she wants to know, desperately so, what their expression looks like. But it feels like her feet are held in place.

    “You gave me a fake name. You fell asleep on me during sex and still managed to sneak out while I was asleep. Then you either gave me a fake number or you ghosted me. After that, you flirted with me, during my class, in front of my other students, you disrupted lectures more times than I can count— and I don’t hold you falling asleep against you, but wow, you don’t even have to be awake to be loud and distract the rest of the group. If this is a joke to you, don’t bother.”

    They turn around. Maybe she shouldn’t have wished that. Because their gaze pins her down, it’s heavy and straight like an arrow. She gulps. Her mouth is so, so dry.

    “And if it isn’t, I am curious to hear your side of the story.”

    They say side of the story, she hears explanations. She nods, still. Her behavior wasn’t exactly ideal. She can explain. She can stand the hit in her ego.

    “Now my coffee won’t pay itself.”

    They turn their heels again, and she follows silently. Their shoulders deflate as she catches up to them, and she can see their face is more relaxed, too. The beginning of a smile churns the corner of their lips. She so desperately wants to tease. But this can wait.

    Even if it takes weeks, she can wait.

    Actually. Even if it never happens, it’s worth waiting for.

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  • obsexraeda
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    Raeda is the new catradora

    alternative

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  • pizzaboat
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    We don't talk enough about how "Parent? sorry." Raine is.

    I'm not gonna lie, some of that fan art is just wow.

    Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

    #the owl house #toh#raine whispers#toh raine #eda you lucky bastard
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  • passionfruitbowls
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    shaking and crying

    #eda and her little cape oh my godfnfsjgfndmds 😭💕 #dana's art is something that can be so personal #she speaks #the owl house #toh#clawthorne family#raine whispers#lilith clawthorne#eda clawthorne#gwendolyn clawthorne#dell clawthorne
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  • toastraccoon
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago

    More Hermit stuff. In color! Mostly

    #the owl house #toh #the owl house au #toh au #hermit belos au #eda the owl lady #eda clawthorne#raine whispers#raeda#jacob hopkins#emperor belos#philip wittebane#wittebane brothers#wittebane brainrot#odysseus #i just realized... raine in the rain #how do you art
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  • owl-house-incorrectly
    03.12.2021 - 2 days ago
    #raine whispers#raeda#eda clawthorne #incorrect toh quotes #toh incorrect quotes #toh #incorrect the owl house #the owl house #the owl house incorrect quotes
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