#owlhead

[nesrodesigns]

Funny Owl 2 design

[anarchistbitch]

truly love that fairy tail has mc's with really cool powers then give the silliest ones to the villains. like heres a guy with an owl head and jetpack whos in an assassin league and was previously a war criminal who killed politicians🤓🤓

[rerae]

You tag my art with my fave character as a different character are you BEGGING ME TO BLOCK U OR WHAT

[burningfairytales]

In honour of our favourite ace’s birthday, lemme dump this bit of unedited writing on you.

Happy Birthday, Bokuto!

EDIT: Now also on AO3!

They make it through the first two rounds of the Interhigh Qualifiers with ease.

Really, it’s almost too easily. Konoha is expecting something to go wrong at literally any moment.

They’re the last ones on the morning of their second day, because Bokuto insisted on checking the merchandise stand before their first match, and even though he’d whined and asked Akaashi to join him, their vice-captain had insisted that at least one of them should be with the team, and had trusted Konoha to “reign him in before he spends too much money, Konoha-san. Thank you for your hard work.”

He’s prepared to drag Bokuto to the arena kicking and screaming, which it turns out he doesn’t have to, because Bokuto is actually excited for their match, and goes willingly with one more t-shirt and two matching keychains in his hand.

(The t-shirt, of course, is as ridiculous as any he’s ever bought, with the English words ‘POWER UP’ in big bold letters on its front. The keychains are of Vabo-chan, which fine, Konoha understands, but does Bokuto really need two?)

The other shoe drops when they’re making their way down the hall and towards the arena, and really, Konoha’s been waiting for it to happen - it’s just that he’s been expecting Bokuto to go all depressed over something small again, something laughable, something to joke about with the others, maybe tease Bokuto about afterwards.

He’s not expecting to come across two players from the team they’re about to face, standing a few metres away and talking, loudly, about Fukurodani.

Or rather, their captain.

“Have you seen their captain, though? Doesn’t he feel a bit… useless?”

He isn’t expecting the way Bokuto freezes for a moment, the way his shoulders slump imperceptibly, how he seems to shrink in on himself.

“I know! He looks strong and all, but I heard he sometimes messes up the simplest of plays.”

A chuckle.

“Maybe the team would be better off without him.”

The hallway is quiet when they leave, and Konoha glances at Bokuto from the corner of his eye. And it looks a bit like someone had poured salt into an open wound or found a bruise to poke at, the way Bokuto presses his lips together, wincing at a phantom pain, like his heart is bleeding.

“Hey, Owlhead,” Konoha starts. “You know they’re just talking sh-”

“Konoha,” Bokuto interrupts, straightening. Throws him a brittle smile, his lip quivering. It’s the saddest goddamn thing Konoha has ever seen. “I’m going on ahead, okay? Akaashi was right, I should have stayed with the team. Gotta warm up and all!”

His laugh lacks all his usual enthusiasm, and he turns, making his way towards the arena.

Konoha watches him go, watches the bow of his head, the downward pull of his shoulders as if he’s carrying something heavy.

Bokuto is ridiculous. He’s too enthusiastic, gets discouraged too easily. He’s simpleminded, and a bit of an airhead, and Konoha teases him for it often - but Bokuto is his teammate. Konoha knows he can joke about it because the things he says aren’t one hundred percent true, and he’s not always one hundred percent serious.

He can joke about it because he knows that Bokuto knows that.

But that just now, that was something else.

Konoha clenches his fist. He turns on his heel, following the other two players in the direction of the bathroom. Anger tightens his chest, sizzles in his gut, hot and dizzying.

“Hey, you!” He calls, when he catches up with them. “I heard you talking shit about our captain!”

The two of them look at each other and then at him. One of the two shrugs, unimpressed.

“So?” He asks. He’s the taller of the two, probably taller than Konoha. “He just seems like a bit of an idiot.”

Konoha grits his teeth. How dare they?

How dare they?

He’s in front of them before his brain even registers the movement, grabbing the taller one’s collar and shoving him against the wall.

“You don’t talk about him that way,” he grits out. “You don’t know him.”

“H-hey,” the shorter one says, his voice suddenly small. “Don’t take it personally. It’s not like we were talking about you.”

But it is personal. It is personal in a way Konoha doesn’t deign to explain because they have no idea how their team works. They don’t know half the stupid shit Bokuto pulls, or the way he’s there for his team when one of them needs him. They don’t know that he keeps stealing their food when they go out to eat, or the ongoing prank war with Nekoma High that Bokuto puts all his effort into winning. They don’t know how he makes sure they all know that it’s not their fault when they lose a match. They don’t know how he pushes them - encourages them to try harder, give it their all.

They don’t know shit.

He considers, for a moment, the consequences of punching one of them, just for the sake of it. Considers if it’s worth the suspension that’s likely to come his way. But just as he decides he’ll just have to risk it, a voice stops him.

“Konoha-san.” Akaashi stands at the end of the hallway. His back is straight, his hands hang loosely at his side. “We’re waiting for you.” His voice is quiet; calculated. “Let’s join the others, shall we?”

With a long exhale, Konoha lets go. Takes a final look at the two and almost laughs at the relief on their faces, because really, they have no idea.

That Akaashi’s calm demeanour shouldn’t at all be reassuring to them - that the fact he keeps his hands at his side betrays his anger, because it’s likely a conscious decision, or else he would be fiddling his fingers. That his quiet is the lethal kind.

Akaashi probably took one look at Bokuto’s deflated form, came to find Konoha two seconds away from throwing punches, and most likely realised exactly what must have happened.

They don’t know that their calm, collected vice-captain doesn’t get angry - he gets even.

“You don’t know us,” Konoha repeats, this time with a smirk. “But you’re about to.”

***

He tells the others what happened while Akaashi is off in the corner warming up with Bokuto - speaking to him most likely, while doing the thing that never fails to cheer him up: spiking Akaashi’s tosses.

Komi glares daggers over the net, looking just as ready as Konoha to drag them out of the arena and settle things off-cours. Washio frowns, and Onaga keeps sneaking worried glances at their captain. Saru’s mouth is drawn downwards in an unhappy line.

Their collective anger isn’t surprising, of course. Bokuto is their teammate, too.

“Let’s show them what we’ve got,” Komi says, a fist in the air. “They won’t get away with this.”

“I have an idea.” Akaashi’s voice is quiet as he approaches, like the subtle cracking of ice before an avalanche. “It’s a bit unorthodox.”

Behind them, Bokuto is talking to their coach, but he seems at least in somewhat higher spirits than before. Konoha wonders what it would be like, to have whatever these two have going on. To know and understand each other so completely.

“Let’s hear it!” Komi says.

“It might be a bit difficult to pull off,” Akaashi says slowly, “And it certainly won’t be very nice.”

Konoha laughs. “Akaashi, haven’t you heard? We’re not very nice people.”

***

Unorthodox is a good word to describe Akaashi’s sets - none of them could be considered textbook, which makes them anything but predictable.

He dumps the ball over the net not once, but twice, sets the ball to Konoha even though the blockers are on his side, and throws him a look that clearly says, I expect you to get around that.

Konoha snorts as he jumps. No pressure or anything.

Luckily, the blockers apparently aren’t expecting that bold a move either, because they’d already taken a few steps to the other side of the net, and are scrambled to get back into position just a second too late.

He scores, and laughs at the sheer audacity.

Most notably, Akaashi lets Bokuto spike however he seems to want to, even though he would normally try to reign him in - there’s a particularly bold backrow set that Konoha has to admit is actually kind of impressive. Not that he’s about to say that out loud.

(“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi calls between sets, “You haven’t used a single feint this tournament. Not today or yesterday.”

“Huh? Yeah, I guess? Do you think I should?”

“I think,” Akaashi says, and his smile is lethal, “I think it might be fun.”

Konoha shudders. He really, really doesn’t want to get on Akaashi’s bad side.)

By the end of the second set, Bokuto is back to his old self, laughing and whooping with every scored point.

He does use a feint then, cheerfully tips the ball over the blocker’s hands, punches the air in victory with an emphatic, “hey, hey, hey!” when it hits the floor on the other side of the net.

Konoha catches the smile on Akaashi’s lips as he watches Bokuto - warm and proud and so full of something else, something big and overwhelming that it catches Konoha off-guard. But before he can blink, Akaashi has already schooled his features into careful indifference, turning back towards the net.

Oh, Konoha thinks, as the puzzle pieces fall into place.

Oh.

***

It’s probably the most unconventional they’ve ever played - definitely the most risky, and, dare he say - the most fun, too. He’s sure Coach Yamiji will have words with them later, but for now, Konoha doesn’t care.

They didn’t just win - to put it in Bokuto’s terms, they crushed their opponents.

***

“Konoha!” Bokuto throws an arm around him, and Konoha allows it, just this once. “Let’s go get Yakiniku tonight, to celebrate, okay?”

“Sure.” Konoha shrugs. “As long as you’re paying, Captain.”

“Eh! Uh. Hmm….” Several emotions flit over Bokuto’s face. “Okay, yeah. Sure. We deserve it. Yeah!”

And then he bounces off. “Akaashi!” He calls, “Help me pay for Yakiniku later!”

With the advantage of hindsight, Konoha supposes it’s obvious. He watches how Akaashi’s focus shifts the second he hears Bokuto call for him. How his entire body turns in the direction of his voice before he’s even finished what he’s doing, like it doesn’t have a choice but to move, the pull of Bokuto commanding its movement like some sort of gravitational force.

He sees how Akaashi’s entire demeanour changes - it’s nothing obvious, nothing someone not from Fukurodani would even notice. But Konoha, like everyone else on the team, is practised in the art of recognising their setter’s subtle shifts, and so he sees:

The small, upward quirk of his lips, his open posture, how he reaches out and lightly touches Bokuto’s wrist with two fingers - Akaashi, who never initiates any physical contact with anyone.

Everything about him becomes softer the second he lays eyes on Bokuto. The same way, Konoha supposes, reviewing these past two years in his head, the same way Bokuto is softer around Akaashi than with anyone else on the team as well.

How did it take him this long to notice, he wonders, when it’s right there, written plainly on Bokuto’s face, and in the curve of Akaashi’s shoulders.

***

On the bus ride home, Bokuto stops at nothing to point out how amazing they were today. He mentions almost every one of Saru’s spikes and Washio’s blocks, compliments Komi on his receives and recreates Konoha’s plays with exaggerated hand gestures and dramatic flourish.

It’s completely ridiculous, in the way Bokuto always is, and Konoha feels his own chest with pride anyway. Komi high-fives Saru, and Onaga chuckles behind them.

Next to Bokuto, Akaashi catches Konoha’s eye and gives a subtle nod. Konoha smirks.

And this - this is why their team isn’t better off without Bokuto - not that Konoha is ever about to tell him that. Because Bokuto always tries his hardest, whether it’s during a game or off-court, whether it’s about volleyball or lifting their spirits. Because he reminds them of their strengths and still dares them to do better.

Because he is theirs, for better or for worse, and they will always, always rally behind him.

[deeppink-man]

Owlhead inspecting Forgotten

[oikharou]

"WHO's GOOD LOOKING?!"

you saw a prank on tiktok and decided to try it on your lovely, baby boyfriend...

with: bokuto koutarou

note: gn!reader, short fic | NOT PROOFREAD!

genre: fluff, crack and romance

:decided to write this after being inspired by THIS tiktok!! i definitely saw our lovely owlhead on that one so i thought, 'why not write about this?!'

You comb your hair with your hands to look a bit presentable in front of your phone camera and pat down your t-shirt all while sitting down on the dining chair. You saw a couple on tiktok where the woman is pranking her boyfriend by saying that a 'guy' in tiktok is so handsome and made her boyfriend come running towards her. You thought that it was cute and definitely thought that Bokuto will fit this.

You then start to record and purposely made your voice loud enough for him to hear you from your shared bedroom, "Oh my gosh! This guy is sooo good looking!!"

Silence...

You mentally raised an eyebrow and waited for 2 seconds before yelling again, "Ah! He's so lovely!! I love him so much!" After you said that, you heard loud and running footsteps so you mentally prepared yourself and tried your best not to laugh. Bokuto's head peeked out from the corner of the wall, "Who's good looking?!" He whisper-yelled to you, which you were sure that it was caught in the video.

"This guy in the video! I swear, it's too early to be this handsome!" Your endless compliments made his hair deflate and a pout formed on his face. "Who?" He repeated once more, testing you to be even more specific.

"I'm sorry, this guy is insanely attractive like, excuse me Mr, but why are you so handsome?!"

"Baaaby!! Whooo~?" You swore that he sounded like an owl right then and there. He walked towards you with his back slumped over. "Who are you even looking at?"

"This- in my phone! I swear, he's so marry-able and I want to marry him right then and there!" Bokuto got fed up and grabbed your hands to divert your phone in front of him. "Who is this guy that's so good looking and 'soooo' marry-able as well to steal your heart from me-" He got silent as he looked at the phone and realized that it was his reflection on the phone.

"Oh." "It's you." You both said at the same time. His mood instantly brightened and spinned, making you cackle at his antics. "Dang baby, you're right. This guy right there," he pointed at your camera, "is devilishly handsome!"

He then posed and flexed his well built body as well (mostly his butt). "Ooh! You got that cake baby!" You hyped him up and his ego boosted even more. "I know right!"

He then turned on his heels and did a mini dance while walking out. "I repeat, devilishly! D-e-v-i-l-i-s-h-l-y!" He spelled it out. "Watch out, here he comes!" You kept laughing and laughing at his actions before ending the video.

But before Bokuto left to continue playing games with his friends, he popped out of the corner again and blew you a flying kiss.

That night, you edited the video for a little bit before posting it in tiktok. The video got a million views and 150k comments, saying that the two of you are so cute and Bokuto's actions melted their heart.

BONUS: (comments from some hq!! characters)

@oikharou — all rights reserved — no reposting, translating, plagiarizing and claiming any of my works as yours

[cherryfleischer]

I also got called an owlhead by a finnish person for that post I made listing off europeans who have bad vibes 😭

[astral-skyes]

if i ignore it, it will never go away

chapter 4

masterlist

Annabeth

a/n: I had very little material for annabeth so this is a chapter with annabeth and piper. some homo pining from both but Annabeth is in DEEP denial. This is filler and quite short. Also I am SO sorry I havent posted in like 5 years

Annabeth was feeling weird. After her meeting with Piper, she felt like her life had changed. For the better of course, but it was strange. She wanted to go to LA more than ever now. Could it be? No. It’s not, how could it?

She shook off the thought and went back to her studying. The entrance exam for the school was hard so she would have to study a lot, even if she was already smart. Ping! Annabeth sighed and checked her phone.

‘Hey Owlhead. I heard you had a date with Piper? How did that go?’ from Leo. She turned red.

‘Oh shut up! It wasn’t a date, I’m straight as a ruler?’ She answered.

‘Sure Owlhead. If the ruler is one of those flexible ones.’ Leo answered.

‘I am straight. Piper is just a friend.’ Annabeth was as red as a tomato now. Piper was just a really good friend, she was so pretty and smart and she was amazing at drawing, her hair looked amazing and she dresses so perfectly.

‘I can feel you stewing in gay denial’ Leo replied

‘Oh go away’ Annabeth turned off her phone and went back to studying.

Over the next few days she couldn’t get Piper out of her mind. Anytime she got coffee, she remembered Piper’s order at their coffee place. A mocha with hazelnut syrup and whipped cream. The first time she tried it, it was really good, and it reminded her of the best day she has had in a while. Annabeth didn’t have many close friends, but at camp it’s not like she is lonely. Thankfully, Chiron lets her leave to go school hunting so she isn’t cooped up like she was before.

Piper

Piper was in love. She knew it. She had done a bit of introspection and yep! All signs pointed to her being in love. And it was with none other than Annabeth Chase.

She had all the signs, the butterflies in her stomach when she thought of Annabeth. The excitement she felt when thinking about meeting up again. The sped up heartbeat when she thought about Annabeth. It just felt amazing. Her long blonde hair, her piercing gray eyes, her clothes and how immaculate they were. She laid down on her bed and she considered texting Annabeth.

Nah. It’s fine. She’ll text her later. She got ready for bed and went to sleep. She had a tiring day of school ahead of her.

[ladyarjuna]

Goetic

.... Apparently, a dark university comedy, as this was one of the excerpts:

“I am Stolas. Let me be clear, before you take my class. My name is not Professor Owlhead, it is not Birdie, it is not any of a dozen other nicknames I have acquired as I have stood here, eternal upon this lectern, delivering the knowledge of which I am given the ultimate account. I do not eat people. My great and terrible army in Hell does, but alas, your accursed binding circle has kept me trapped, lo, these many decades, except when I am allowed humane time share in my spiritual home. Your air burns my lips, and the mewling of your tired, complaining voices is only a pale imitation of the blissful music that awaits me upon my return. THIS IS AN 8 O’CLOCK CLASS. I take attendance NO LATER! As I am a being of such puissance, this entire classroom is under my purview at all times. If you are not here when I take attendance, you WILL be marked absent, and your protests of weak flesh will only be to me a palliative as I continue my lecture. Should you wish to indulge your sloth by dropping this course, you must do so within two weeks of this date— NO LATER, or you will be forced to endure the punishment of a WITHDRAWAL NOTICE.”

Basically, magic realism based on ars goetia

I have no idea where I was going with this.

[thealmightyemprex]

Which ITalian horror film should I watch

Inferno-I know its Dario Argento and thats about it

Stagefright-ITs a slasher with an owlheaded killer

A Bay of Blood -Mario Bava and I know it upset CHRISTOPHER LEE when he saw it

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @amalthea9 @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @angelixgutz @princesssarisa @makingboneboy

[sea-salted-wolverine]

More owl house thinkys.

Because apparently the preferred method of lore dumping in this show is infinitesimal background details, here is a collection of Things I have Noticed

When Gus goes to interview Hooty the first thing that Hooty says is "it all started under a blood red sky". This detail is so easy to miss that it feels like it was buried on purpose. It's not in the subtitles, hes yelling through a door and Eda is talking over him. But it still there which meant there was the effort of putting it there.

Hooty is really old. At one point Amity says that "house demons get like that after a few thousand years" in reference to his general Hooty-ness. I'm going to take this to mean that the owl house existed long before the owl lady.

There's only one instance of a blood red sky. Pink, orange, and mauve show up whenever but red only comes up during the eclipse on the Day of Unity.

No one really knows what Hooty is. This gets kind of glossed over because there's so much other weird stuff all over the boiling isles, but even people who should have a good guess just accept him as this wierd freaky thing. Hooty has a full taxonomy class on demons and King doesn't fit, but neither does he.

Time travel is a thing.

The titans blood in the graveyard is in a very distinctive owlhead vial.

No one knows where the owl beast curse came from either and its nothing like anything else seen on the boiling isles. If you wanna reach and stretch, harpy!eda's eyes do bear a startling resemblance to King with the black sclera and yellow iris.

Last time we saw our favorite reality warping god child, he was making an owl house for Kings game.

So anyway, my brain has been chewing on this one like a hampster sharpening its teeth on a bone. Have fun.

[nesrodesigns]

Funny Owl design

[wellnesstreats]

Owls can rotate their heads up to 270 degrees! 🦉#shorts #OwlHeads #Anima...

[renthewerecatboi]

while looking for the line i need i encountered an owlhead line and i want so bad to find a way to use that one-

[terman]

Some photos of my friend

[rin7713]

I would love to eventually turn these owl heads into pin designs #owl #owlhead #purpleowl #saturneyes #cuteowl #owlillustration #owldrawing #swirlingbackground #purple #coolcolorscheme #purpletheme https://www.instagram.com/p/CjhaGBCum1V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=