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moonmeg · 1 year

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Did Caleb ate Kitty's food? And didn't he feel sick after that?

Althought....How Caleb found Flapjack? In Human realm or in Demon?

I answered the second question some while ago with human realm!

For the first one I present you: another glorious piece of writing (it follows my comics not the canon version but Catherine has been changed to Evelyn lol)

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Caleb closed the door behind him. Barely listening to his brother's ramble on how they (again) almost died out there in the Boiling Isles' woods, he brushed the dirt off his coat and picked the stuck leave out of his hair.

"Calm down, Pip. Don't you think it's a little interesting to see how different the flora and fauna of this place is in comparison to earth?"

Philip halted his rant to stare at his brother.

"Oh, right. Now that you mention it... it's actually very interesting how the flora and fauna here tries to eat me or set me on fire or bring death upon me in any other way!", he replied sarcastically while wiping ash and dirt from the surface of his journal. "I can't wait to leave this place behind and be back on earth.", he mumbled angrily, stuffing his journal back into the satchel that was handing around his torso.

Philip started marching off up the stairs to where the brothers each had their chamber. Caleb followed without much thought but stopped upon a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. He couldn't quite say what it reminded it of, he doubted to ever have smelled a scent so sweet as sugar. Maybe that was it. Maybe Mrs. Clawthorne was melting sugar in her cauldron. But Caleb was too curious to just let it be a theory of what it could be.

"Are you coming?", Philip groaned annoyed.

"In a second. Go ahead. I'll be right there.". Caleb didn't even look at his brother when saying that. Instead he stared into the direction of the kitchen down the hall. Philip rolled his eyes but did as Caleb told him to.

Taking a peek into the kitchen he saw not Mrs. Clawthorne in front of the cauldron, but her daughter.

Humming a melody he had never heard before, she danced and spun around the kitchen with a dozen ingredients and a recipe book floating around her.

Seeing her so lightfootedly move around the kitchen was a beautiful, magical sight to him. He came out of hiding to watch her better, a soft smile accompanying his face.

Her palisman curred, flying right next to her. "If you may have this dance?", she turned to the white bird placing her hand on her chest, "Why of course, you may!"

She took the right side of her skirt into her hand and held it up while pretending to share a more formal dance with her palisman. After a turn she was facing the doorway of the kitchen and once she opened her eyes her joyful dancing stopped.

"Caleb!", she yelled out, taken aback by his sudden presence. The magical spells she held up losing the power over the things they held: all ingredients and the book dropping to the floor, the large ladle stirring whatever was in the cauldron suddenly stopping.

"I'm sorry! Please excuse me, Miss, I had no intentions to startle you!", he quickly apologized and took a step back. "I was only curious about the smell coming from here and seeing you dance so happily and carefree... it...", he paused searching for the right way to phrase it, "it was radiant to watch."

The little red tint his cheeks got saying that didn't go unnoticed by her. Evelyn softly smiled at him with a quiet thank you. His eyes moved from her face to the dirty floor with all the ingredients spilled over it around her feet. Caleb cleared his throat and offered his help to clean everything up but Evelyn stopped him before he could finish his sentence. Drawing another blue circle in the air the floor cleaned itself effortless.

"I'm just trying to improve my cooking and baking skills a bit. I wasn't expecting audience though.", she explained eyeing him with a cheeky smile.

"My apologies if I made you uncomfortable.", he fiddled with his fingers, unsure what to do.

"Don't give it a worry. You said the smell got you curious?"

"Yes. It smells incredibly sweet. With a hint of...", he took the smell in a bit longer to make out what it reminded him of aside from melted sugar, "...blueberries?"

She gave a small chuckle. He always said things that barely made any sense but she found it intriguing.

"I have no idea what those blueberries are but what you're smelling is the tarts.", she took one that had no burned spots from the tray and offered it to Caleb to try.

His last meal was hours ago and dinner was even more hours away. It felt like he'd starve before dinner would even be served. And so he happily accepted the small snack in between.

"I think this time they turned out quite alright.", Evelyn leaned onto the kitchen counter and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She looked proud of herself. Usually more than half the tray ends up completely burned and inedible. This time only a few had burned spots.

Without thinking much (again) Caleb took a bite of the tart. While he chewed, holding his hand before his mouth, his eyes sparkled up. "Mmh!", he looked at the brunette standing in front of him, indicated he wanted to say something and with a stuffed mouth told Evelyn that he thinks the tarts are really good.

"You think?"

He nodded enthusiastically. He swallowed and continued: "These are probably the best things I've ever eaten!"

"Well, thank you.", she smiled and blushed shyly, "They're called 'Griffin's Breath'. I used to love them as a little girl."

"Griffin's Breath'? What a unique name to call tarts. I like the crunchiness in between the fluffy dough! What are those?", he went in to take another bite.

"Spider legs."

He froze for a second, eyes shot wide open.

"Excuse me, they're what?"

"Spider legs. That's where the tarts get their name from."

Caleb felt a shiver run down his spine and a sudden feeling of disgust rising in his guts. He still had the second bite he took in his mouth but with the information that he was eating spiders he had lost all appetite and the desire to spit it out. It would've been extremely rude of him to just spit out what he had already began to chew, especially when he said it was the best thing he's ever eaten just a minute earlier.

"Oh how... how nice. Yes, the... the spiders really give it all a certain unique flavor.", he tried his best to act over his distaste and wish to vomit with a crooked and instable smile.

"Just spit it out already.", she stared at him and his sorry performance with narrowed eye lids.

Caleb did so immediately. He coughed a few times to try and get the taste and remainders of spider legs out of his throat but with mediocre success. "I'm so sorry.", he wiped his mouth and put the tart on the kitchen counter.

"It's alright. That's the usual reaction to my kitchen creations.", she shrugged and chuckled.

"No, no it's more that I am not used to the delicate taste of spiders and would actually rather avoid eating them or body parts of them."

"I didn't know the other side of the world was so different.", Evelyn handed him a napkin, "You should show me around there someday. Show me your home town, your family and friends... I'd love to see that."

He blushed more this time. He cleaned off his hands and mouth with a nervous laugh. If she knew the truth, she would never suggest that. His home town would be her death, aside from his little brother there is no surviving member of his family remaining and he never truly had friends. However, the idea that she could stay in his life filled him with joy and this fluttering feeling in his stomach. "Maybe someday."

The two exchanged soft looks and smiles for a moment before Caleb's eyes got bigger and his smile fell again. "Your uh... your cauldron is-", he pointed behind her and couldn't finish his sentence once Evelyn turned around and exclaimed a panicked "Ah!" at the pink dough getting a will of its own.

While she tried to get it under control again, Caleb backed away a little, noticing just how close he is to her.

"Perhaps I should go again. I seem to only be distracting you here."

"It's fine. You can stay if you want. I enjoy your company, Caleb.", her voice softened on the last sentence and seemed to be the softest when pronouncing his name.

His blush giving color to his cheeks deepened and spread even more. The smile she gave him after saying that didn't help toning the red in his face down. There it was again: the feeling of a hundred small butterflies flying around inside his stomach. A feeling that was unknown to him, a feeling that was on the border between uncomfortable and pleasant, but a feeling Evelyn kept triggering with so many of her actions.

"I-I-I- Philip is actually waiting for me to join him upstairs and I'd hate to keep him waiting.", he rubbed his upper arm nervously and pointed at the door.

"I see. Well, in any case I'll see you later today."

Caleb smiled and slowly walked towards the door of the kitchen. "Ah, blondie, wait!", she called out again, making him stop and turn his head over his shoulder to look at her. He met her piercing teal eyes first before noticing that she held out another tart on a plate towards him.

"Eh- Evelyn I-"

"Not for you. For your brother. He didn't even have breakfast if I remember right. He must be starving."

"Oh.", he took the plate and met her eyes again with a small smile, "Thank you."

Evelyn's grin grew brighter as she held the eye contact for a moment longer. His brown eyes may not be as piercing as her teal ones but they radiated a warmth ans comfort she could sometimes find herself wishing to melt into. She slowly turned around, back towards her cooking experiment. She took one last glance at him over her shoulder before fully returning to the cauldron.

A little lightfooted and awestruck, with a pinch of nauseated, Caleb walked up the stairs and turned the doorknob to the chamber Philip claimed as his for the time being. He entered the room and leaned onto the door until it closed.

"Well that took you long enough.", Philip looked up from his journal he still tried to clean.

Caleb however was staring into nothingness, trying to hold on to the mental image of her beautiful face for just a minute longer. He didn't give his brother even a second of a glance as he walked to the desk, where he had registered Philip sat at, and put the small plate on it, commenting on it with a "For you."

"Food? Actual edible food? Thank goodness, I'm starving!", Philip's eyes sparkled up for a second upon seeing the tart. He picked it from the plate and already had his mouth open for the first bite when Caleb stopped him. "No, don't eat it. There's spiders inside."

As quick as the sparkle in this eyes came it was gone again. He examined the tart a bit better but decided to believe Caleb on this, despite the appetizing and almost inviting sweet smell, and set the tart back on the plate with a disappointed but not surprised frown.

"It's from Evelyn. She thought you would like a small something to eat since you skipped breakfast.", Caleb explained.

"Ah. Well, if it's from her then I don't want it at all.", his eye lids narrowed even further and he shoved the plate away. Evelyn is the last person he'd accept anything from. He disliked her and was not afraid to show so. To his worry, though, Caleb seemed to like her and secretly Philip feared there may be even more than just liking to it.

A few hours later Philip's eye lids didn't raise much higher from before as he watched his brother toss and turn in the bed groaning. Caleb had started complaining about queasiness half an hour after entering Philip's room and decided to lay down for a moment. Unfortunately laying down did not help his condition much.

"I think those Griffin's Breaths are showing their effect on my stomach.", he groaned in pain.

Philip pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why would you even eat them in the first place? Aside from the knowledge of what these witches eat and put in their recipes and that we can't eat majority of that, she could've put poison in it!"

"I don't think it was her intention to poison me."

"Right... and that's why you're lying here all sick-"

"Hand me the basin please-", Caleb interrupted, sensing the upcoming consequence of trying Boiling Isles' food.

Philip grabbed the basin and held it to Caleb, who clung to it and immediately buried his face in it with a retching sound.

"-vomiting.", Philip finished his sentence, rolling his eyes.

Once his stomach emptied itself Caleb spit into the basin before handing it back to his little brother and throwing his head back onto the pillow groaning and whining. Philip placed the basin on the floor and sat down on the bed next to Caleb. Remembering how Caleb would tend to him anytime he was sick when the two of them were still boys, Philip gently patted Caleb's back and assured him everything will be fine again but that next time someone in this place offers him food he should not just eat it to avoid this from happening again.

#toh #the owl house #calyn #wittecouple #wittebane brothers #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #philip wittebane

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moonpool-system · 23 days

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4, 10, &11 for plural ask :0

Super late whoopp, hello it's Lucis/Prism here for yr infodumps

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4. Which headmate is the most different from the body?

Hmmm this is an interesting one cus it can go in a few different directions :0 We assume it means in mindform/physically, so everyone even vaguely humanoid is out haha!

Our two members most different from the body would be Survivor and Flapjack, then! Survivor is a slugcat from the game Rain World, and is a traumagenic split from food insecurity. Flapjack is a wood-carved magic creature called a palisman in the shape of a robin, and is a soulbond we summoned for our Hunter fictive!

10. Which headmates are emo/punk/goth etc?

Oohh like what kinds of subcultures do our members dip into? This one's pretty fun!

- Badeline (@protectingtulpas ) sticks herself in as much of punk subculture as she can with how isolated we are. I'm pretty sure she's anarcho-punk specifically- she's always had the punk spirit but our city friends helped her really blossom. She's learning guitar rn, plans on joining roller derby, goes out tagging/making graffiti art whenever she can, and more. I'm pretty proud of her! Akira has similar beliefs to her, and I'd call him punk too, but he spent a lot of time exhausting himself on rebellion in his exomemories - he shows his passion now by his café being a hub in headspace for people that need comfort and space to be themselves.

- Space identifies as goth, and focuses on the fashion side of things specifically. I'm pretty sure the vibe is tied to their identity as a revived sanitized Octoling, and despite his monotone and dark disposition, he's actually the main caretaker of our littles that want/need a parental figure around. Whenever she requests a drawing of themself I end up getting a hand cramp from the intricacy of the clothing designs!

- I think Ari is the only one that would call himself "emo". He's a Minato Arisato fictive originally, but while Minato of the Prism ended up developing more social schools, he ended up more closed off, asocial, and appearing bitter & melancholic. They've stated many times they enjoy it though, so I'm pretty sure that's what emo is

- Casey (@kitty-creamie-cookie ) is sure part of SOME kind of subculture other than being a plain ol furry but I don't think any of us could pin it down if we tried. Some sort of combination of pastel punk, radical acceptance of consensual kink, and some kinda secret third thing idk?? Psychedelic mushrooms probably /hj She sure knows what she's doing even if we don't

11. What are some pet peeves headmates have about other headmates?

This one's pretty funny, I'm like 80% sure the other frequent fronters have beef with me for spending hours losing time hyperfocusing using the body and subsequently blocking them off from front LMAO... we fight our adhdtism like warriors

#drugs mention #plural #plural community #plural system #actually a system #plural pride #system Infodumping #fictive #prism subsystem #plural ask game #ask game

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lilmcttens · 1 year

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#;Aww Ghost did you help too?#Ghost #isn't She lovely?#amity's palisman #cat palisman #good kitty #amity: you guys look at this cat. look at her. look at my cat.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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My favorite character from the Owl House is Hunter because his character arc is so good and his relationship with Willow is adorable. (He literally fell for her at first sight)

And my favorite character from X Men is Kitty (I hate her relationship with Cyclops because she was a CHILD AND HE WAS A GROWN ASS MAN WHEN THEY MEET IN THE COMICS. Also can I just say that I hate that they make Bobby (the guy who does the ice thing) gay because that came out of nowhere and it only happened because an alternative version Jean Gray and her version of Bobby is gay so she decides that all versions of Bobby is gay and she needs to help them be their true self and Bobby who keep in mind has shown sexual and romantic interest in women up to this point 'realizes' he's gay and the rest of the comic is just him coming out to everyone one by one and hardly anything else happens. I wouldn't have minded so much if it wasn't for the fact that most media still treats sexuality like there's only two options gay or straight which completely erases Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Asexual, to name a few. It just grinds my gears you know anyway sorry for the rant. Kitty deserves a good love interest hopefully she gets one)

I feel like if reader had magic I feel like it would be similar to ether to Luz's or Eda's.

Hunter was so awesome, and he felt relatable, too. He and Willow are cute together, let them have plant and palisman babies!

I like Kitty, and I haven't read the comics (except a handful) so I didn't even know that relationship was thing. (Who the f*ck wrote that?!) I use my favorite X-Men medias as canon, along with head and heart canons, because let's face it: There are so many separate comics with different writers, different movies and timelines, even three (now going to be four) separate X-Men cartoons, whatever books and games they have for the various media, and even the anime and other Marvel shows where the characters show up from time to time. It is SO confusing. So, I just pick my favorite out of the bunch and roll with those (and usually it makes enough sense. Except the timeline changes in the movies. That STILL confuses me. Who is alive? Who is dead? Hopefully Deadpool fixes things).

And yeah, for Bobby, only one version of him was gay. It would have made more senses if they built that into a story arc, took it slowly, instead of being so abrupt. Let the guy be gay or bisexual, but at least make it make sense and not just be considered a quirk or passing fancy. Give it some development. Some thought. Make it mean something. Let it happen like how The Owl House portrays romance and self-discovery. (I myself am part of the asexual community, and that took awhile to figure out, and to this day I'm still finding out more about how I view relationships, platonic or romantic or otherwise. I'm not sure if I truly am interested in romance or not, but in the past I had a crush on a guy and girl, and later found out I just thought they were really great friends). This stuff can take time, it can get messy and feel gut-wrenching, but it doesn't make a person less for being bisexual or gay or lesbian or asexual or straight or trans. None are better than the others, and none are less than the others. It does help to realize all of this isn't back and white. It's a big, mixed canvas of grays in every shade of cloud and ash and silver and stone and eggshell and storm and smoke. (Point is, LGBTQA+ isn't back and white, neither is being straight, but these things are not just quirks. They shouldn't be treated that way, as those are valid beliefs and emotions that don't go away). (I hope I said this right, I'm not always great explaining my thoughts on this kind of thing).

Reader having a power similar to Luz or Eda would be so wild! Surprise, they have glyphs! Surprise, they're part owl beast! They have wild magic, they're blessed by the last Titans, they kicked an evil old emperor/hypocrite into dust! The series finale might have been a little rushed (thanks a LOT, Disney. You should have given them extra time! Extra episodes! A whole lot more episodes than just three for the third season!) but I thought it was still good for the constraints put on Dana and her team. They did good.

#honeycomb thoughts

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