#hootsie the owl

[itsguysnightitsironic]

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There's one brain cell and somehow the ones who don't have it are winning.

[way-too-obsessed-gamer]

Human AU ouaw with hootsie becoming a human is good, and adorable, but consider instead she just becomes a great horned owl or straight up just a bear

[liv-uwo]

Torbek and Hootsie x3

[drzibs]

my favorite fae-cursed war criminals……

as cats bc i have yet to brush up on humanoid anatomy

this version has kremy’s silver eyes thats really the only difference

[ also no pigtunia bc i forgor :( ]

[goobbgoober]

Gricko is my favorite charcater rn (it changes with my moods tbh) and I can't stop thinking about hootsie as an animal person. I am obsessed with animal hybrids, so she already intrigues me, but the bird part is my favorite. I think it's been mentioned she part great horned owl, but I like to imagine she's a smaller owl species because she is still considerably small for her age in both bear and owl years. Something like a screech owl, I imagine a western screech owl because I'm from the west coast, but there are many variations of them, including European, as one of them is the owl of Athena. They're smaller owls, but tbh, they look like mini great horns. I'd also imagine she's a smaller bear, likely a black bear or something, idk very much about bears, just birds. She's still bigger than Gricko tho, but, not huge like a big big bear. In my mind she's about the size of a sloth bear, tho she wouldn't be one. I want to draw her with baby bird fluff but I've been really busy and unmotivated, maybe one day my hootsie headcanons drawing will exist. I just need to draw her so bad. And that one owlbear the party meets, I forget her name, but she was so cool.

[onehugenerd]

Back at it again with a Gricko and Hootsie Grimgrin themed stimboard!! The middle art was made by @camthecatchameleon

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[kiame-sama]

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, somnophilia flavored, dirty talk, objectification, obsessed yandere, slight corruption kink, small spoilers for Astarion's worst kept secret, blood, biting kink, mention of Astarion's past, gender neutral reader, neutral good reader (folk-hero type), opposites attract, spoilers for game opening, slight spoilers for possible non-combatant followers, owl-bear cub named Hootsie (if you know what this name is from, I like your taste in media), adult themes, mention of nsfw topics,

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How could this have happened to him? Of all people, Astarion was no chivalrous rube unlike the odd being he found himself following the command of. Truly, he didn't understand just how he wound up a follower to someone who put others before themselves. The damned tadpole in his brain being the only reason he would stand to be near someone so annoyingly virtuous... or so he tells himself.

Truth was, though he didn't like the mundane and menial tasks he found himself doing for the betterment of others, he did actually like the goody-two-shoes he followed the lead of. They were... hells, how to describe them?

Almost every choice was made to help someone against unfair treatment or wrongful accusations. Each decision was weighed carefully on the moral scale and done with well-being in mind in almost every way. They were one of those folk-hero types who stood up for the little guy and extended help to those in honest need.

They were infuriating and annoyingly righteous. ...They were enchanting.

Astarion found himself practically crooning over them, especially during fights. Someone able to so ruthlessly kill and command others was truly an impressive character. From the strategy and careful thinking to the quick and merciless endings, Astarion barely kept himself from swooning.

Even beyond the battlefield, he noticed little things they did that made him practically melt. Those small habits and unconscious behaviors that they had making him smile ever so slightly whenever he noticed them. He wasn't staring or obsessing, mind you, just... observing.

What truly surprised him was what happened when he decided to push his luck and try to feed on them and their delectable blood. Despite how quietly he had approached them, they woke up right as he was going to sink his fangs into their neck. Even though he knew he was likely about to be slain, he still tried to stand up for himself and justify his actions. Much to his surprise and genuine delight, the defacto leader did not stake him in the heart, choosing instead to speak with that same calm timbre and hear him out.

It was then they did something he swore would have made his heart flutter if it still had a beat. They told him that he was welcome to feed on their blood- within reason- and asked him to feed from them whenever he felt the thirst coming on too strongly. It was a kindness he had never expected from someone, and he agreed that feeding on (y/n) was better than trying to feed on any of the other companions they traveled with.

Since then, Astarion would feed on animals or enemies mostly, but always kept enough room in his stomach to feed on (y/n) at night. Something about their blood made him shiver in delight and the taste drove him to crave more and more. It was as if his dear (y/n)'s blood called to him and crooned sweet nothings into his mind.

He would never take more than offered, of course, but there were evenings where he was quite tempted to take more. Not more blood, but more of (y/n).

Sex was a good way to burn off steam and was good enough with almost anyone, but the thought of passionate sex with (y/n)... oh, it was simply delicious. He had propositioned once or twice, but the subtlety in how he asked seemed to make the true meaning of his words go right past them. They either didn't reciprocate or truly did not understand the delicate way he approached the matter and so thought he was talking about something else. He knew he would have to be more straightforward with them in the future about his desire for their blood and body, but for now he would satisfy himself however he could.

It was late in the evening and the others were fast asleep as he approached his beloved on silent feet. Their faithful dog- Scratch- and the aptly named owl-bear cub Hootsie were snoozing back to back on the other side of the camp, so they shouldn't interrupt him.

As Astarion leaned over the kindly ally, he couldn't help but reach up to slowly trail his fingers over their soft cheek. They looked absolutely scrumptious laying there with an unbothered expression, their breathing soft and quiet. Though he was thirsty and quite ready for a drink, he held himself back in favor of marveling over his precious little hero.

To think, some morally-righteous nobody had entangled his unbeating heart and enamored him so much he even considered charity. Charity for Hells sakes!

A soft whine escapes their lips as he slowly turned their head to the side, feeling a sense of pride when he saw the two puncture marks on the side of their neck where he fed from them regularly. Their blood was so pure and sweet, he could barely get by with the few tastes he would take every evening. Perhaps he had their heroic tendencies to thank for the extremely pure blood that he enjoyed feasting on.

He found himself so protective of their blood that any time they got hurt in battle, he could feel the rage pull at his mind and begin to consume him. As far as Astarion was concerned, all of (Y/n)'s blood belonged to him. Even one drop wasted was a drop he could have had, and the thought of their blood being so casually wasted like that... it set a fury in him.

Of course, after the battle he always offered to lick their wounds, but they seemed to think he was joking and laughed it off. What he wouldn't give to have them say 'yes' to his proposition and simply let him love on their wounds while going down on them.

Even at that moment, the warm scent of their body made bliss run through him as he decided to risk getting caught. He slowly moved their clothing so he could marvel at the exposed flesh of their stomach. With a light touch, he made sure to gently drag his tongue over their front, groaning to himself in response to their appetizing taste. All he wanted was to ravage them as they lay there and take it from him, but he still had plenty of self restraint.

"What I wouldn't give to cover you up in bites, Darling."

Astarion decided to stop pushing his luck when his thirst tugged at his self-control impatiently. He could always go back to helping himself after he got a drink from his favorite source.

Even though he had bitten them countless times over, he still felt a certain chill run through him at being able to sink his fangs in once more. The warm splash of blood against his tongue made an almost pathetic whimper escape his throat, greedily drinking down the flavorful ambrosia. All too soon, he had to pull away and staunch his desire for more until the next time he got to feed on his beloved.

"Don't worry, Dearest. I will make damn sure you can never get away from me no matter what. Then we can embrace as long as we wish. I'll rip the others to shreds for you, love. You'll never get to leave me."

[shadesofyoos]

Imagine Gricko being high, and then going to Frost and asking him "Would you ever eat a goblin?" with those dilated puppy eyes. Frost answers with something along the lines of "Well, if it was a live or die situation and I had nothing else to feed off of. Then yes."

Meanwhile Gricko starts shedding tears and then looks up at Frosty and goes "You promised you're always g'na stay wif me.. are you going to eat me, Frosty?"

All the while Frost just starts panicking more and more while he tries to explain to Gricko what he meant and that, no, he will not eat Gricko.

It takes some time for Gricko to calm down, but when he does Frost gets him into bed and lays next to him; being the last thing Gricko sees before lulling himself to sleep.

The following morning Gricko wakes up, and as he opens his eyes he lets out a loud yelp; as he sees Frost sitting in a corner of his tent, reading a book. Previous to this, they've rarely ever shared tents, as Frost prefers his privacy (and Hootsie is a big owl bear, even Gricko will admit that).

His confusion fades into endearment as he comes to the conclusion that Frost actually stayed with him the whole night.

In Frosts perspective, he was worried how the next morning will go; so he decided to stay. He even brought Gricko breakfast that Kremy made, which is the reason Gricko woke up in the first place.

As Gricko gets up and goes straight for the meal, Frost has a look of pure tenderness on his face. He thinks that, maybe, he could get used to being next to Gricko like this every day.

[ubtendo]

So as a little add-on to this post

Some additional characters and heres a bit about them

I made Chuckles a pig because (as someone mentioned in the tags) of his backstory with Gideon and the pigs

With a similar thought in mind I was thinking about making Twig a frog (because of her frog licking habits) but I decided, if anyone was going to be the human player character, it was going to be her (also my mom plays acnh and her player character looks exactly like Twig so I had a bunch of references to work with)

The Other is basically just Torbek, but he would have the fully magenta eyes and his arms would be the dark brown I used for Torbeks hand

Hootsie was kind of difficult to think about, since she is both an owl and a bear, which are both in animal crossing, so I just made her mainly an owl but gave her regular legs instead of bird ones. Also the tips of her wings would be claws instead of feathers

[lizardtheacorn]

been thinking about this for a bit. idk how to draw hootsie please (owl)bear with me. i was too lazy to look up references.

[abracaxfuckxyou]

"Well Torbek is really good at escaping things. He's like a literal shadow sometimes and was able to get out of the cell and pick the lock to let us out. We followed the horde after hearing of a fire demon attacking just outside their camp. We figured that meant Gideon, but as you can see we did have to fight our way out," Frost explained as the fighting died down, yellow cat's eyes scanning the area for nearby threats as he spoke.

Gideon had managed to get himself sitting up, looking up at Frost. "Shit, I figured I'd have to burn the whole place down to get you guys back."

"That was probably just your burning rage and hatred for hobgoblins talking," Frost quipped back.

"Yeah, proba-oof!" Gideon was cut off as he was suddenly tackled in a hug. Kremy was holding tight to him as the shadows lifted away from him and the neon faded away to show a regular alligator lizardfolk in a torn and bloodied purple 3-piece suit.

"You fucking idiot, Gid. You had me worried sick," he said, a scaly clawed hand running through Gideon's hair. On his ring finger was an elaborate wooden wedding band.

"I was worried about you too, Kremy. You guys were the ones that got captured."

"Yeah but to be fair, every time you get into a fight alone you almost die," said Gricko, back in his goblin form as he walked up to the group, Hootsie giving a soft hoot of concern.

"So who's your new friend Gideon?" Torbek asked. No one even seemed to notice when he rejoined the group, but it made a couple of them jump.

"You really need to make a little more noise when you move..." Kremy said with a sigh.

"Oh! Sorry Mr. Kremy. Torbek will try to keep it in mind," the bugbear said with a grin.

dreamsofalife​:

Shy could only stand by and try to fend off as many of the hobgoblins as she could, in her admittedly limited capability. As he fell to his knees, she cried out; in terror, in sadness, in a mixture of fear and worry that couldn’t be put into words. But then…well, then the cavalry showed up.

She could only mouth a few words of confusion and awe as Gideon’s family swooped in and began taking down swathes of hobgoblins. Even as she stayed in place glued to Gideon’s side in case the worst happened, her gaze was locked on Hootsie, and Gricko, and Frost and the rest as they attacked, determined to rescue their lost loved one. In spite of the destruction, it was actually a pretty sweet gesture.

Gideon smiled, his breathing ragged as he watched the others join in the fight. They looked like they had a rough go of it themselves, battle damaged clothes and wounds from their own skirmishes. Though his attention quickly turned away as he heard a noise behind him and Shy. As he moved he was suddenly knocked on his back, a hobgoblin straddling him as it tried to plunge a blade down into his chest. Gideon grabbed the other by its wrists, clearly struggling.

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY HUSBAND!” a loud voice boomed. Another shadowy eldritch blast ripped through the air and collided with the hobgoblin. It went sprawling backwards with a scream. Silver eyes were glaring as the neon skull faced alligator took a few heavy breaths.

As another one tried to jump at Shy, the air suddenly shifted as the tabaxi appeared. Frost grabbed her and yanked her out of the way, as seemingly out of nowhere, the bugbear appeared, his long nasty claws spearing the hobgoblin.

“Don’t worry new friend! Torbek will help!” he said before looking at his fire genasi friend. The fighter gave him a thumbs up as he tried to catch his breath. “Gideon’s okay Mr. Kremy! Also! Hi, Gideon!” Torbek said excitedly before launching himself at another hobgoblin.

“Are you alright miss?” Frost asked. It was the same voice that spoke in her head, but now it was being spoken out loud.

By now the hobgoblins were starting to realize they were out matched and began to flee.

[itsguysnightitsironic]

What crisis are you on?

The funny part of the Witchlight crew is that everyone can be explained by having a "tragic backstory" or a "middle-life crisis".

Who is who? It is both?

P r o b a b l y.

[camthecatchameleon]

cranking the image description out for this one boys

lineups of the Crews from the two Legends of Avantris campaigns I’ve actually listened to with consistency (still not finished with EoM but I’m on 21 so I’m getting there dont worry) + artists notes

Highly suggested that you scroll below the cut for this. (my handwriting is not the best + its small + some hidden design notes too :eyes: )

Image 1: Carnivalé LeCroux (not drawn to scale lmao)

(from left to right)

Hootsie: least fun to draw (Boring shapes) (draw the least). Typically I imagine her as a horned owl owlbear so her canon “eyebrows” flatten out and connect to her neck. I just think it gives her a nice silhouette. Frost: least fun to draw (cat). I’ve been drawing him with Chinese/vaguely East Asian-inspired robes because he’s from the mountail of Yulong and you can’t just give me a place called “Yulong” and expect me NOT to go ham on the east asian inspiriation. (east asian artist here.) Gricko: don’t draw nearly enough, most fun to draw (hair). I gave him a permanent cowlick on his bangs and I think the shapes are nice. Chunks ripped out of his ears are from Hootsie when she was younger and couldn’t control her strength. Kremy: most fun to draw (lizord), draw the most, did the most reference study for. I may love to draw lizards but crocodylidae are so uniquely shaped. Scrolling back through my ouaw posts and you can see I am still getting used to it. Torbek: most inconsistent, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. The shape of his canisters and the collar with a keyhole both are from the first time I drew him, which was without a reference, and they just. Stuck. Gideon: Big boob indulgence, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. Drawing him with awkwardly long hair, post-trauma fat, and smile lines is my favorite passtime. His marriage rings are on a necklace because they get in the way of punching clowns. Twig (pre-death): draw the least (can’t figure out her shapes). Drawing her fractured glasses and refracted eye is my favorite time.

Image 2: Witchhunters!! (I think my headcanon height difference is funny)

Shortest to tallest (briggsy and farryn are the same height):

Briggsy: Still figuring out how to depict distinction from Kremy (gator). So far i’ve got more spikes and a thicker neck and thats about it. I’m working on it. Farryn: fun shapes! skinny L. Ever since learning how to draw body fat I’ve never gone back its actually so hard to draw skin-and-bones skinny people now. Marius: least consistent (can’t decide how curly her hair is), armor L. Yes I headcanon he/she marius do you have a problem with that? Bat-like ears because heehoo. I just realized the symbol I drew on his chestplate looks like the Horde symbol from she-ra FUCK can you tell I don’t look at references? Jericho: most fun to draw!!! (draw the most). I like to draw virgil!jericho with four-pointed-star slits instead of just orbs with pupils because I think shapes are fun. Lethica: drew her wrong for WAY too long. I hadn’t paid enough attention to her actual ref and covered up her chest initially I’m so sorry queen. shes so pretty though. Although I do think its infinitely funny to headcanon that she actually looks pretty average. Tall women my beloved. Yorgrim: least drawn, Beard + Big indulgence. No seriously I’ve only drawn him twice. Hes awesome though soft rectangular shapes ftw.

[lostmidnightwriter]

A little baby Hootsie (I'd die and kill for her)

[goobbgoober]

Damn, since my Kremy post, I've been thinking a lot about the other anthro creatures in the Witchkight campaign. Like Hootsie, Frost, and Torbek specifically, but like, also the npcs they meet. Like the snake couple was actually my favorite ever, I love them, most accurate anthro characters ever.

When it comes to Hootsie, I can't fault the way they play her, again because I know most people don't interact with birds, let alone birds of prey. I remember that moment when Gricko reunites with Hootsie, some of the noises specifically that she makes are just so not owl noises. The rat snacks, however, 100% accurate, great horned owls love rat snacks in my experience.

When it comes to animals like her that are 2 very different species combined, it can be very hard to figure out how to combine them efficiently. Like, you have to consider bone structure and organs, bur especially when combining birds/reptiles with mammals, there's alway the question of where the fur stops and the feathers/scales begin. I imagine Hootsie to be fully feathered and her paws bone structure actually mimics that of bird feet. Problem with bird hybrid creatures is that birds have hollow bones (actually porous) but they're incredibly easy to break. For many birds, a broken wing can spell death in the wild. Because they're bones are so delicate, it's so hard for the bone to heal properly. Many rescued birds have a higher likelihood of healing properly, but it's not always guaranteed.

But Hootsie probably doesn't have bird bones because she doesn't need them to fly or anything.

I can do a frost and torbek post eventually, but idk if I really need to, mostly because Derek plays Frost pretty well, I think he incorporates cat things in well (though I'd love to see Frost go swimming and very much enjoy it like tigers do) and Torbek isn't really a specific species of animal, so I can't really compare to a specific animal.

[alvaro-notstarrs]

Ignore my cursed ass Gricko, I half-assed this doodle ,:(

Remember when Nikkie said how long hootsie had been in the fey wild and even the kid she was talking as went "Yeah I've been here for a long time. Yeah there was an owl bear here like, a long time ago" But how long WAS Hootsie there for? Torbek was in the feywild for FIVE YEARS. And Hootsie got taken before him, how old even is hootsie? Also, the time that she was taken from the toy factory couldn't have been that long, because even when they teleport to the desert through the mushroom rings, not too much time had passed when they got back, so at most, Hootsie got away from the toy factory like, three weeks ago? Almost no time at all passed for Gricko and the rest of the gang, but Hootsie was taken away from her family for more than FIVE YEARS, and owl bears live for about twenty. We know Gricko got Hootsie from the carnival about seven years ago if I recall correctly, when she was still just a baby. So let's say Hootsie was in the feywild for only five years (despite it definitely being longer), Hootsie would be about twelve. I don't know how long owlbears are cubs for, but it can't be that long considering they only live for twenty years. Hootsie was cooped up in a toy factory with a bunch of enslaved children and a small dragon. Wow this is sad ,:0