#hootsie the owl bear

[itsguysnightitsironic]

HEY Q U I E B R A , AY!

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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

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[legendsofthewitchlight]

Modern/Human au: Hootsie

(FC: Ella Simone Tabu)

She really doesn't remember life before her Papa. She knows it existed, but she was two when he adopted her, so it's nothing she knows, though it seems he didn't exactly acquire her completely legally. Papa always told her that she hadn't been kept in good conditions, and knowing her Papa treated her so well and loved her so much, Hootsie believed him.

Hootsie's a smart kid. She loves plants and animals, especially birds and bears. She dreamed a lot about being an owl or a bear when she was very young, and her father was happy to play along. When she was old enough that she started to appreciate her father's religion, he even made her a talisman of bear teeth and owl feathers. It's her prized possession.

After moving to America when she was young, she and her Papa started living with Mr. Frost, a kind but strange man who her Papa really liked. He was like a Papa to her too... and soon she got uncles too. Two, then three! Well, even if Uncle Beck wasn't around long until coming back when she was 13. She loved all of them so dearly.

And she wanted to be just like them.

[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.

[merry-melody]

[lu-undy]

If you are doing requests, Maybe after battle snuggles?

Of course I do :) Thanks for submitting a beautiful idea :D I hope you’ll like it :)

"Gosh that was a long day…"

"Hoo-hoo!" 

"Sorry Hootsy, yeah, I'll give ya food. Oh Christ, you need water too, don't you?" 

The Australian had come out of the shower and was now in his van with his feathery companion, Sir Hoots-a-lot, his pet owl. 

"There you go mate, and sorry I forgot about it this morning. I was in a bit of a rush…" 

The bird was fully focused on his meal such that his master felt that he could relax. But a knock on the door of his modest dwelling interrupted his plan. 

"Who's that?" 

"Who do you think?" 

Sniper's lips pursed up in a smile before he could control it and he opened the door. 

"May I? I can come back later if the time is ill-chosen."

"No, no, come in." 

The man in the suit stepped in. 

"I heard you talk to someone so I was unsure of your availability."

"I was just chattin' with Hootsy. Besides, that didn't prevent you from knockin', eh?" 

"Indeed it did not stop me." 

Both were standing up and watching the owl. 

"So, why did you come? Need somethin'?" 

"Oui." 

"What is it?" 

"Your company." 

Sniper blushed.

"It is quite late in the night and I saw you during dinner, Bushman. You ate like two or maybe three…!"

"Yeah, the enemy Spy gave me a rough time today. Found myself running and watchin' out for my back more than usual. Made me hungry… and tired actually."

"Shall we lay down maybe?" The Frenchman suggested. 

"What? Here? In me van?"

"Oui." 

"I thought you hated it."

"And I do. I just can bear the idea of you being tired even less. We can go to my room if you want, but if you don't want to move, here is perfect."

The Australian pondered for a second. Was it a trick from his friend in the mask?

"Uhm… Uh… Y-you sure?" 

"Oui. I am being straight with you, or as straight as I can be." Spy chuckled at his own play on words. 

"Roight, let's stay here then, if that's ok with you." 

"But of course, you lead the way." 

Sniper removed his shoes and climbed up his bed. Spy imitated him and removed his jacket before joining him. They laid in bed, each on their sides, looking at the other in the eyes. There was a ceiling window above their heads through which they could only see the dark sky, scintillating with a million stars.

"Spy?" 

"Hm?"

"Thanks."

"What for?" 

"Spendin' yer time with me. Y'know, you come to my van and you're uh… You're just bein' nice. It's a good thing, I like it." 

"You almost sound surprised." 

"A bit yeah, maybe." 

"But Sniper, I thought my intentions were clear with you, non?" 

"Well… You're a bloke who likes mysteries and you can understand stuff that people barely say so I guess for you, yeah, everythin' couldn't be clearer. But me? I'm simple, see? I uh… You need to tell me things directly. Besides, you're the spy here so nobody knows when you're really tellin' the truth or when you're playin' around."

The Frenchman grinned in a comforting way.

"My reputation blurs your vision. Things are much easier than that. I play around as you say, only when necessary. In my private life, I have gone through enough to know that honesty is key. So I will be honest with you, Sniper." 

His hand hovered to the Australian's cheek and when it touched it, Sniper realised that his friend had got rid of his gloves. He was touching his cheek with his bare hand…! 

"I love you, simple as that. I merely have feelings for you that make me long for you. You are on my mind, constantly, and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

Spy's thumb brushed the marksman's rough skin on the cheek up until his sideburn. 

"I think very few people see through the yellow-tinted glasses that you like so much to wear. Shame for them, luck for me, for I have learnt to know the man behind them and I am not ashamed to say that I like him more than perhaps I should."

Sniper's jaw had dropped and he lowered his eyes to hide his blush that the Frenchman couldn't see anyway because of the dark. But Spy felt it of course. 

"Come here, mon amour." 

[My love.]

Spy pulled Sniper closer until the Australian's head was laying on his chest. He was using Spy's chest as a pillow and hearing the Frenchman call him 'mon amour' made him feel a million shivers on his skin and inside. 

"I think not a lot of people see the sensitive man that you hide. But I can." 

"Like you." 

Spy's eyebrows jumped and in his surprise, silence fell. Sniper raised his head and looked up at him. 

"Look, you're the most romantic bloke I've ever met. You have no shame of showin' that you have feelings, you're not afraid to say that you… I mean…"

"That I love you?"

"Y-yeah."

"You may say it too, if that is indeed what you feel." Spy brushed his lover's back with one hand while the other slid through his hair, on the back of his head. "I don't understand why we, as men, should hide our feelings. Doesn't it make us less human? Non, I say we should be more honest about it all." 

"You're roight…" Sniper had closed his eyes. The gentle head massage from Spy was working wonders. The man knew exactly how to knead his scalp, where to run through his hair, in which direction. It was fantastically enjoyable. 

"I love you too, I think." 

"You think? Are you unsure?" 

"S-sorry, I don't mean it in a bad way. I-I just know that I miss you when you're not with me and uh, well, I feel special when you are so close to me. I don't think I've felt that with anyone before. I mean I've felt things with sheilas, but it wasn't in my chest…" 

Spy smiled. 

"Then let me tell you that what you are feeling with me is romantic love and what you felt with them was only lust."

The Australian blushed out of shame and buried his head deeper in his lover's chest. He clung to his white shirt dearly. Spy felt Sniper's fingers claw in his sides.

"What is the matter?"

"Hmm-mhh-hm-mmh." The muffled voice answered. 

"Mon amour, I cannot understand, look up here." 

Sniper reluctantly did as he was told. 

"It's the first time I'm feeling this… At my age… Bloody shameful it is."

"Non. I see it as a miracle. God preserved you from all the harm that one can only feel if you share those tremors in the heart. Believe me, a heartbreak can sometimes take years to heal, long painful years before you meet with the sweetest Australian man there is." 

Sniper looked away. Spy knew how to make his cheeks warm and red. 

"Don't be ashamed."

"I'm not ashamed." Sniper slid his hands between the mattress and Spy's back. He laced his arms around him and squeezed him warmly. His head rose and fell under his lover's slow breath. The Frenchman continued to let his fingers lazily play with the Aussie's brown locks of hair. 

"What is it then?" 

"Bugger, I just… I love you, Spook, I really do." 

Both wore a peaceful smile under the stars shining through the ceiling window. The embrace they shared was soft and warm, much like the buzzing they felt in their hearts. 

[cinema-tv-etc]

Cancelled Disney Movies We Wish Got Made

Which of these cancelled Disney movies would you like to see the most?!

Not all animated movies make it to the big screen. Typically at a film studio, there are many concepts that are being developed at the same time and only the biggest and baddest make it (no, we’re not just talking about Shrek.)

Today, we’ll be looking at fifteen Disney films that were in production, but who never got their happily ever after.

At number 0ne we have the Pinocchio live action film that got shut down. Apparently Disney couldn’t get it together to finally turn that puppet into a real boy.

Number two is a film called Fraidy Cat about a feline who has lost three of his nine lives and isn’t looking to lose any more.

At number three we looked at the flick Wild Life - a film based off of My Fair Lady, but instead of Audrey Hepburn at the helm it’s an elephant who wants to make it big in show business.

Number four was a movie called The Emperor and the Nightingale which was adapted from the Hans Christian Anderson story about an emperor that gives up his beloved bird for a mechanical one.

Next up at number five we have The King of Elves, a story about an old man who somehow ends up becoming the protector of a mythical race.

Number six is Chanticleer, a tale about a cocky rooster who believes his crow is what makes the sun rise.

Number seven is Mort, an almost Halloween classic about a boy who does an apprenticeship for Death but screws everything up.

Number eight is Newt, a TAIL of two blue-footed newts who despise each other but it’s up to them to save their dying race.

Number nine is Gigantic, a film that would’ve been HUGE (no pun intended, but also pun very much intended) about Jack (the one with the beanstalk) who forms an unlikely friendship with a giantess.

Number ten is Toot’s and the Upside-Down House, a beautiful story about a girl who discovers an upside-down world that is thankfully nothing like the one in Stranger Things.

The Bremen Town Musicians is our eleventh pick, and it’s the story of a bunch of farm animals who escape their dull lives to make it as - you guessed it - musicians.

At number twelve, we have Hootsie the Owl, a misfit bird who sleeps soundly during the night and is awake during the day.

The lucky number thirteen is Which Witch, a film that would’ve starred a magician who goes looking for love and instead of using Tinder, hosts a contest to find the girl.

Last, but not least, we have Louis the Bear, Pooh Bear’s competition. Join us as we mourn the Halloween costumes that could have been and the toys that didn’t even get a story.

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Featuring: Entry 1 Pinocchio (live action) Entry 2 Fraidy Cat Entry 3 Wild Life Entry 4 The Emperor and the Nightingale Entry 5 King of Elves Entry 6 Chanticleer Entry 7 Mort Entry 8 Newt Entry 9 Gigantic Entry 10 Penelope and the Twelve Months Entry 11 Toot’s and the Upside-Down House Entry 12 The Bremen Town Musicians Entry 13 Hootsie the Owl Entry 14 Which Witch Entry 15 Louis Bear

[dmsden]

Monster of the Month – the Owlbear

Hullo, Gentle Readers. It’s the first Monday of March, which means a Monster of the Month. And since March is my birth month, I decided to make March’s monster one of my absolute favorites – the Owlbear. Once again, thank you to Scott “K-9″ Fabianek for the awesome original art.

I unabashedly and unironically love the owlbear. Maybe it’s the kooky idea of two apex predators spliced together by mad wizardry. Or maybe it’s because I know it originated as a crappy plastic “dinosaur” toy. Something about it just utterly appeals to me.

Owlbears originate from Gary Gygax’s original D&D campaign, and they first appeared in the Greyhawk supplement for the original version of D&D. They’ve been a staple of the game ever since, appearing in every edition, as well as Pathfinder, Dungeon Crawl Classics, Castles & Crusades, and numerous video games, webcomics, and beyond. I even made sure they crossed over into our LARP, the Isles (good old Hootsie).

In its most basic form, the Owlbear is an excellent choice for a scary monster to throw at relatively low-level parties. In 5E, it’s a Challenge Rating 3 monster, so using 1 or 2 against a party of level 2 or 3 is likely to be rough and memorable. I could see local elves or gnomes hiring a party to hunt down and remove an owlbear from their forest environs.

Since they are excellent hunters and predators, they could also be attracted to a party traveling in the wilderness, stalking them and then attacking to kill and feed. It’s interesting, since bears tend to be diurnal, but owls are nocturnal. I suppose one could make them crepuscular (hunting at dawn or dusk), but the idea of an owlbear looming out of the darkness is an awfully tempting one, especially since they have darkvision.

I really like using owlbears in contrast to civilization, so having them be a bit of savagery that’s used by civilized folks to strike terror into their enemies works very well. I have used an owlbear as a scary creature in a gladiator pit, or roaming the moat or dungeon of a castle the PCs want to infiltrate. A barbarian tribe might have the owlbear as their totem and drive an owlbear into battle before they attack.

The 5e entry suggests that owlbears can be trained, and it has some great suggestions. I love the image of elves coaxing owlbears to den under a treetop village, as that makes for a terrifying run to the stairs or ladders that lead up. Owlbears as almost living war engines for hobgoblins is also a wonderful idea. The entry doesn’t suggest it, but I would almost imagine them having an eerie symbiosis with orcish hordes as well. The chaos and ferocity of the owlbear would likely appeal to orcs.

Owlbears as pets to ogres, trolls, hill giants, or frost giants also appeals. Imagine being attacked by owlbears, only to realize they’re wearing collars and being forced to wonder what’s crazy enough to keep an owlbear as a pet. I can also imagine a giant with a hunting pack of owlbears. The deep, growling hoots in the distance could be quite chilling as the pack closes in, followied by their huge master.

As a monstrosity, an owlbear could not generally be a ranger’s animal companion. But if I were DMing for someone who wanted that option, I’d probably work with them. Of course, I’d make sure the negatives of having such a creature around were commensurate with the rewards. Likewise, if a party found a clutch of owlbear eggs (I don’t know why I assume they’re egg layers, but I do) or a young owlbear, I’d make raising one damned hard but possibly worth the effort. There would have to be some stunning Animal Handling rolls to teach it anything basic, including, “Don’t eat the rest of the party!”

With owlbears existing in your campaign world, consider how the people might have adopted them into their art and culture. I like the idea of the owlbear appearing in the heraldry of a noble house to show ferocity in battle. A quick search for owlbear heraldry yields a couple of great images, including a heraldic crest with an “owlbear rampant”. In my own D&D campaign, I used the “Owlbear Company” as a military company made up of various folks who didn’t fit anywhere else, including my player characters. And of course, there have got to be taverns with names like “The Owlbear’s Roost” and “The Drunken Owlbear.”

If you haven’t used owlbears recently, I do recommend considering giving them some spotlight time. They are a very versatile critter that is pure D&D. If you have a cool way you’ve used owlbears before, let us know!

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"You made Uncle Kremy disappear? You took Uncle Kremy from Hootsie and left behind a doppelganger? OH, OH! JAIL FOR FATHER! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!"

I keep thinking about Gricko mentioning Hootsie having the same reaction as babies not recognising their parents after they shave their beards in Ep 18. AND I KNEW WHAT I HAD TO DO.

What was the saying? The moustache makes the man?