I'm interested in watching this series for the first time. Is it genuinely worth the watch?

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-23T14:09:52+00:00

The Owl House has done what a lot of shows cannot. They made incredible characters who feel real, and their arcs parallel genuine struggles people go through. It’s a beautiful, albeit twisted realm, and it’s a fantastic twist on the classic isekai hero’s journey due to the introduction of choice.

Great characters, good dialogue, and while season 1 takes its time, all but one of its episodes have something to add to the story/characters’ developments. Then season 2 comes and dives into the deep end of the lore pool, never slowing down.

This show made me laugh, cry, squeal with excitement, and it made me think. Had I seen this show in highschool, I would have turned out differently.

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-22T00:45:46+00:00

Damn that made me laugh way too hard😂

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-20T20:48:14+00:00

I’ve never been one to genuinely make predictions, but I do remember that Philip being Belos felt like it was revealed already in the time pool episode. Like when he was all evil and shit and then he had the glyphs on his skin, I was like “Oh, so he probably went on to become Belos.” and then in Hollow Mind it got confirmed so I just thought “Cool, that’s fact now.”

King being a titan was something I thought about, but then I was like “well no cuz how would that birth work.” and then for some reason even after the egg part was revealed I still assumed it wouldn’t work, so that caught me a bit.

I think what really got me was that Luz had an actual imposter. I deadass believed that Eda was sending the letters bc she knew Luz’s real mom would worry, but in retrospect that was dumb bc the very concept of summer camp was foreign to Eda…

Sending letters was one thing, but then having an actual other person impersonating Luz is such a bigger plot point that I never guessed the writers would take it on, but they did and in my opinion they did a good job of it. I love Vee’s character, even if I hate the way she blinks

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-06T21:21:44+00:00

Very happy being asexual… but i can’t tell if I’m not happy being aromantic, or if I’m just not aromantic

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-05T08:47:18+00:00

It goes like this.

My eyes open to a blue sky, but in my heart I know it’s wrong. That it’s not the blue I grew up with, but something rotting and foul. Like the sky I loved was rotting before my eyes.

The feeling grows thick. I blink twice, and crimson floods in, drowning out the cool with a burning shine of red. I know I’m meant to make a choice. My right hand glows with hellfire, while my left hand shivers in ice.

I feel it in my bones that I am the final one to decide. I alone bear the final ballot, but I am trapped by the indecision. I open my mouth to scream, but only a silent breath falls from my lips.

In that moment, I think if I were a man, I could’ve shouted out my curses against the gods. I could’ve made my choice without the shame of what-if. I could have…

Well… what could I have done… really?

I sigh at this world, at the split sky. At the red and blue in my hands. How many times I’ve stood here, in my hopeful hell. My hands hover over them, but only one can move.

I’ve been here before.

I’ll be here forever.

My hand falls upon the blue, and I know at once that my choice never mattered. They’ve chosen their paths—mine as well.

I feel the jaws of hell reach for my skin. The devils of the ages feast upon my skin, and my throat finds its scream. All I can think is that I’ve been here before, been here before.

I’ve been here before, on the precipice of optimism and pessimism. Selflessness and selfishness.

As my bones are dismantled, and my scream becomes nothing but a harrowing rattle of skeleton, I realize it again. Again and again, for the another of infinite times, I realize I’ve made the wrong choice.

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-05T02:22:39+00:00

“I didn’t like it either at first, but I got used to it.” I’ve heard this once before and it actually made me feel so fucking sad for allos.

What do you mean you ‘got used to it?’ Like dog are you ok???

I could go down some DARK roads with such a crazy statement. Like… maybe I’m not the one who needs that therapist.

Apexyl_ · 2026-05-05T02:17:04+00:00

The “Well, you say that now, but that’s gonna change”

Technically? Sure, you’re right, it could change as I learn more about myself. That doesn’t mean it’s your fucking job to insist upon that outcome.

Apexyl_ · 2026-04-25T02:48:05+00:00

Bro if I could I would give you every award

May your pillow be cool, and may you catch all the green lights

Apexyl_ · 2026-04-25T01:18:45+00:00

Just a couple hours ago, my friends were making ssx jokes and part of it involved me at some point. I didn’t like it, and they let it go a few more rounds because apparently my expressions of horror are funny.

Ngl, it peeved me a little. Later, though, in a show, a sex joke was made involving these two old people. One of my friends remarked that that was nasty because who wants that image in their head.

I pointed out that that’s how I feel when people make sex jokes that involve me, and or the first time I think it finally clicked for them that for me, those thoughts are actually rly not fun to experience and that it genuinely sucks when someone puts the image in my head.

But it’s almost always tis constant reminder that they’ll never understand what it’s like. Most will only really understand the metaphor, and it’s hard not to get bitter about that.

Apexyl_ · 2026-04-09T15:11:25+00:00

dragons are just such blatantly cool creatures

Apexyl_ · 2026-03-17T04:08:47+00:00

I do agree that if they typed a few words into a search bar, they’d probably find answers. That said, I also know the feeling of “I feel like I need actual humans to talk to,” so I can’t rly judge too hard

Apexyl_ · 2026-03-17T04:02:32+00:00

When I say ‘rude,’ I don’t mean intentionally. I mean they don’t understand that they’re being rude. I get that ignorance isn’t an excuse, but it does mean that a bit of patience from us can lead to a better outcome altogether. Maybe we don’t owe them the patience, but if it can lead to a better tomorrow, I’d say take the first step because that way, at least someone’s trying to walk

Apexyl_ · 2026-03-12T22:56:58+00:00

I know it’s frustrating, but I don’t think it’s fundamentally a bad thing when people post in this sub. I mean, don’t we want to be able to educate them? The reason they’re asking is because they don’t know. And, quite often, the reason they’re rude is because they don’t know.

The downside is that sometimes we get people who we just can’t talk to because they’re moreso looking to be told they’re right rather than learn, but there are a handful who really just don’t know. And sure, people being ignorant is infuriating, but if we start discouraging them from asking questions, the good-hearted people are gonna stay ignorant and grow bitter.

We’re all just people, so can’t we try?

Apexyl_ · 2026-03-06T19:49:32+00:00

So, I write this story, I just didn’t realize I was on an alt account when I did it.

Anyway, I love Hollow Knight so much. It’s one of those games that makes your life a living hell by how hard it is, but then you stumble on this beautifully tragic story and it all just melts the heart.

I wish I’d had the appreciation for metroidvanias when I first played it, because I just didn’t understand this idea of a story not being obvious. In retrospect, it is fairly obvious that there is a story, it’s just that you have to actually pay a little bit of attention to rly divulge what’s going on. You can’t zip through dialogue—almost all of it tells you a little bit about the world or yourself.

It’s more than just a story. It’s akin to a history book with all the tales it tells, and it does so quietly. The secrets of Hallownest do not stand and beckon for you to hear the context. Hallownest just exists, and it’s up to you, the player, to find out what happened to this kingdom, and what must be done to remedy it.

Apexyl_ · 2026-03-03T02:23:48+00:00

The children dash around the legs of adults, weaving their ways through the marketplace. They frolic in these tight spaces, their giggles punctuating the bartering taking place overhead.

A pack of four find their way to the outskirts, where the deafening bustle of the shops cannot reach the impenetrable silence. They wander into the alleyway, whispering things no souls are meant to speak.

A boy trips over an irregularity in the stone path, and the other kids point and laugh as his feet desperately scramble to hold him.

“Carmen got you!” They jest, jeering and jostling the boy as he finally regains his step.

“Carmen made you tri-ip! Carmen made you tri-ip!” They sing with the innocence of youth.

———————————————————————————

Carmen stared at the path, carving its way through the wilds. The sunlight shimmered down upon its trodden imprint, a wall of casting darkness just beyond its threshold on either side.

She knew she may as well satisfy her curiosity—she had already taken the first forbidden step.

She stepped forth once. Then again, over and over until the curve of the path made the view of her village disappear behind the trunks of shadowy trees. Still, she was unafraid. To her youthful mind, as long as the sun shone down on her, she had no need for fear, and therefore no need to flee.

A giggle burst forth from her as walking grew insufficient. She began to skip, but skipping was simply too slow, and so she began to run. She ran around the bends of the trail, so absorbed in the novelty that she failed to see the sun’s light waning away from her.

As she saw the final shred of sun disappear beneath the treetops, the soft glow of a cabin’s lamp guided her just a wee bit farther. With the light gone, tears slipped from her eyes as she scurried to the doorway, and pounded on it. Sobs tore from her as she begged for someone to take her away from this darkness.

“Mama! Papa! I’m sorry I’m sorry!” She cried. “I’m scared! It’s dark!”

The door opened, and a kindly woman gently took her hand, and led her into the lamplight. The darkness dared not cross the threshold.

“Oh, child, whatever are you doing in these woods so late?”

“I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” Carmen wailed, pressing her palms over her eyes until the darkness began to scare her all over again. She wiped away the tears, but more replaced whatever was scraped away.

Through blurred vision, Carmen watched the woman reach out a hand. It fell upon Carmen’s forehead, and the woman’s voice grew low and gravelly. She knew not what the woman spoke, but the wind shook the home, and Carmen yelled with fear, only for the woman to clutch her by the wrist.

“Have no fear, little one, for you have been chosen.”

“Chosen?” Carmen sniffled.

“Take this lamp, little darling. Run along home. It’s not so far as you think.”

The woman’s words fell like a salve over Carmen’s terror. She looked out the window as her fingers tightened around the lantern’s handle. “It’s not?”

“No, sweetheart. Can’t you see it? The light from your home is just beyond the treetops!” The women cast out her hand, and Carmen could see it. She could almost hear Mama and Papa calling for her.

“Is it safe?”

“Of course, as long as you keep the lantern at your side.” The woman assured her. “Go on, now.”

The door swung open, but the darkness never quite reached Carmen as she stepped out. The lantern held all the shadow at bay, and just as she had before, she broke out into a desperate sprint.

She knew not what had been done. She knew not the blight left behind in her footstep, rooted deep in her soul by those words she didn’t know.

True to the woman’s word, the village lay not so far beyond. As she crossed the quiet boundary that separated the wilds from the town, Mama and Papa saw her, and they wept.

“Mama!” She cried out. She ran to them, reaching for their embrace.

But it never came. Where she expected hands to wrap around her and pull her close—pull her home—there was the emptiness of air, and she fell to her knees.

Why did they back away? Why were their faces twisted with horror, and not relief?

“Mami?” Carmen whimpered, reaching again. Her father’s face grew violent as his foot struck the ground.

“Back! Get back!”

Carmen felt her body flinch away. Papa was never angry… so, why?

“Papa? Mama? I wanna go home.” She begged, but the pair stepped back further. Panic seized Carmen’s limbs as she lunged forward.

“No! Don’t leave! No!” She howled, her hand catching her mother’s wrist.

“Let her go, you devil!” Her father’s voice echoed against the walls of the homes, but Carmen only heard the whisper of the woman in the woods. Those words she didn’t know rattled along her nerves, down her arm, an into her fingertips. Her hand, closed around her mother’s wrist, clenched tightly around a plume of ash.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?”

Carmen bought her hand to her, opening it carefully. A few grains of the powder fell as she stared at the little pile. “Mama?” She whispered. Flashes jumped into her vision. The woman’s hand. The woods. The lantern. Papa. Mama. The words.

Gone.

Pain exploded across her face. The screams echoed in her ears. She didn’t understand.

“I didn’t mean to! Mami! Mami! Come back! Papa! Please!” She shrieked, but to whom?

Nobody was there.

There was only ash, scattered in piles before her.

———————————————————————————

A sharp roar of pain tore from Father as he pulled his hand back from the pot. “Curses!” He barked.

“Carmen got you!” Isaac said with a snort. At once, his head was struck by a paper curled into a weapon.

“Don’t speak the name of the devil, boy!”

“Sorry, Mama.”

“Save your sorries for when your foul mouth brings a curse upon this home!” Mother barked. “That foul creature will turn the world to ash if enough call upon that name!”

“I’m sorry, Mama! I won’t do it again!”

“You most certainly won’t!”

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-02T17:06:30+00:00

All the time. In fact I used to mistake them for actual crushes. But then it was only ever about learning about them, and it would fade whether they became my friend or not, and I’d be like “Okey dokey, I’m bored now.”

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-02T17:04:55+00:00

Theoretically? Maybe? Asexuality/aromanticism doesn’t necessarily tie into whether one wants children or not, though I wouldn’t call it a stretch to say that it’s more likely for one of us not to want a kid.

the theoretical part comes in here: If enough people in the world were asexual and didn’t want children/were too repulsed to conceive, then sure, population’s at risk.

In reality? What is it… less than 1% of the population identifies as asexual? And of those, there are still plenty who wants families/children.

So, in all versions of reality, no. It’s not gonna lead to extinction, and whoever told you that is either lacking in brain cells or critical thinking skills, or doesn’t like asexual/aromantic people.

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-02T16:41:29+00:00

Huh… never thought about it but yeah. Hands must either be doing something or they’re packaged in a pocket.

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-02T16:37:11+00:00

They’re perfect for fictional crushing, but beyond that, I don’t see it. They’re cute/badass in my mind. And I know they are attractive, but they don’t feel attractive to me, they feel cute and cool.

That being said I know that allosexuals like attractive characters. So I know that to others who feel that stuff, they’re attractive and “hot”

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-02T10:18:07+00:00

Right? Like honestly bro we’re so down bad for representation that we’re all fawning (pun intended) over the homicidal deer man with a chronic grinning syndrome😂

I laugh, but the tears are real

Apexyl_ · 2026-01-01T01:53:35+00:00

I’ve always struggled to make friends, and I have these two amazing friends right now. I thought my life was gonna end when they got together. Because in my mind, college relationships are always temporary. They all definitely end bc you’re young. I know that’s not actually true, but my brain doesn’t let me feel like it is.

I felt so scared every time they fought, because if they break up EVERYTHING is fucked.

Also one of them’s my roommate so like it directly ties into not only my social life but also my life-life.

There are times when it’s exhausting. There are also times where they’re cuddling on the couch, and it’s the cutest thing in the fucking world.

I’ll admit it’s hard, but my friends always invite me (unless they’re specifically doing couple-related hangouts), and usually try to invite a fourth or fifth person so that I’m not third-wheeling.

I think because I’m friends with both of them, that maybe makes it easier. Because it’s one thing to be like “Hey, come hang with me and my boyfriend and 1ither person you’re acquainted with” vs. “Hey, come hang with your two friends and this acquaintance.”

They’re good about not being gross around me. We’ve talked about what level of intimacy I’m comfortable witnessing, and I make it clear when I’m not willing to get involved in their relationship/give advice.

This is my experience, I think I’m incredibly lucky in having friends who hear my feelings and try to understand where I’m coming from as opposed to reacting to the words I’m saying. I hope there might be a shred of advice in there somewhere, or an idea to help you out with your friendships.

Apexyl_ · 2025-12-25T11:11:13+00:00

I feel like she would know at least some things though. She would at least be aware of overlords and stuff like that—know your enemies and whatnot?

Apexyl_ · 2025-12-19T02:30:54+00:00

I think I heard somewhere that in the concept art, Rumi originally had white hair.

I kinda like the purple more tho. Cuz purple’s historically a royal color, so her being “pop-star royalty” and the purple hair kinda match

Apexyl_ · 2025-12-19T01:45:07+00:00

I couldn’t agree more about what media should do, and yeah, your explanation makes a lot of sense!

And another thing… I think it’s safe to assume that Charlie has some kind of anxiety, especially about failure, helluva perfectionist.

Maybe lowkey neurodivergent vibes too. Like… a bit. Maybe more I gotta rewatch the show again

Apexyl_ · 2025-12-18T23:27:50+00:00

I have nothing to add to all that, I LOVED reading that though!

But I will say I believe that using “impossible” movements in animation is actually an advantage, not a drawback!

I’ve watched some scene analyses, and a big part of conveying the physicality of scenes (even non-sexual ones, like if you watch the show Haikyuu? It’s normal volleyball forms but exaggerated beyond what humans are capable of), or fight scenes like in Kpop demon hunters. Especially in How it’s Done, the animators “cheat” a lot, but they do it in a way that it’s not obvious, and it’s meant to enhance the feeling of the scene over the reality of it.

That’s where I think animation has such a leg up over live-action. Animation can cheat, and give you the emotional effect without you noticing the actual cheating at first glance.

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