#the owlet house

[lovemoroporo]

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[jupiterswasphouse]

[PHOTOS TAKEN: SEPTEMBER 28TH | Image IDs: Three photos of a black, grey, and mint green Lacinipolia owlet most on the white framing of a window /End IDs.]

[myobsessions247]

A Hunter Au, it might not be for everyone but there is mama Eda and a younger Hunter, also big thing: Hunter is cursed (but you’ll have to wait to find out how!)

Runaway Owlet

Chapter 1 - A Lying Emperor and His Ward

He thought he should look up to his uncle. But once Lilith and he started to get close, they became more comfortable around each other. He realized the stark contrast between Belos and Lilith, how he could talk to Lilith about wild magic but his uncle… The atmosphere when he’s around Belos is very different to Lilith, shouldn’t it be the opposite? Shouldn’t he be able to talk about his interests to his uncle freely?

Hunter stares at himself through the mirror, with a far look on his face. He watches the blood stream down his neck soaking into his sweater, staining it. The last six minutes were a blur. The strike across his face was a blur. The run back to his room, leaving a trail of tears and blood was a blur. He thought so many different thoughts staring at his bloody hands and face, as all the colors around turned vivid and blur, was a blur. 

Would Lilith do this to him? He wouldn’t blame her if she did. He doesn’t know if she would. No, she wouldn’t. Lilith would never have to hit him. Not even if he’d mention how life might be better without the coven system, or being able to cure his uncle’s and his curse with wild magic. She’s too kind to hurt him for thinking there’s a better way to live. 

Hunter feels unsafe around Belos.

He should’ve known this for a while now. 

His heartbeat races. His breathing shortens. His bloody hands shake. He feels the feathers forming on his arms, face, hair, legs, and chest. His eyes widened. He frantically searches for a golden yellow potion. He finds it in a drawer and chugs it down, face furrowing in disgust. The feathers lift as he sticks his tongue out, I keep forgetting how bad this tastes! He remembers.

He looks back at the mirror, it suddenly reminds him of the wound. Now calm, he grabs his healing kit and gets to work cleaning up his injury.

He doesn’t feel safe around Belos.

It’s patched up, though you can see where the blood dried and the splotches of a darker red in his sweater.

Hunter doesn’t feel safe in the emperor’s coven.

He wants to leave so badly, yet he doesn’t. He doesn’t know where else to go. But wouldn't living homeless be better than living in a place that doesn’t feel like home? How would he eat, he barely eats here anyway. What about Lilith, what about Belos?

Hunter isn’t safe here.

He finds a bag to pack his stuff in. Two pairs of clothes (he’ll have to deal with not being able to wash them), some extra bandages, and… he doesn’t need anything else, does he? Though he does want some things. One of his favorite books, and a stuffed frog. 

Oh! Elixirs! 

…

He doesn’t have any more. He looked in the dresser drawer, desk, under his bed even! No sign of a golden yellow potion. He won’t get that stressed, would he? If he can survive without food, he’ll be fine, maybe.

Hunter, you are not safe there.

He waits until it’s two in the morning before leaving his room. He lived in the castle, he knew the scouts’ schedules and the layout like the back of his scared, gloved hand. Sure, it’s not like the entire building is empty, there are plenty of guards still guarding. But the only flaw: is shifts. Hunter waits near the entrance until the security walks away to get the next shift of scouts. That is when Hunter takes his chance to leave the castle. And then, he runs.

He runs for a good hour until his legs give in and he collapses on the cold forest floor. He doesn’t know how long he’s been crying, he only notices once he leans against a tree. Keep running. A little voice in his head nags. He ignores it, no, I’m tired. 

Belos will find you. Keep. Running.

No one knows I’m gone. I’ll worry about it in the morning.

Hunter’s breathing slows, and his legs ache. It’s cold, his nose is running, and he can feel his cheeks wet from the tears. Why is he crying again? 

Snap! Hunter jolts awake, he didn’t even know he drifted off. His ears twitch, in whatever direction the sound came from. It’s Silent. Is he going crazy? He hugs his legs, why did I leave? He hates that he wants to go back. He hates that he would rather get hit again, but still stay and rest in his bed. But I don’t want to! He keeps contradicting himself! 

He can’t get what he wants, a place to stay with a bed and food, and not to get hurt for a thing he says or does. He wants Lilith and not his uncle. He has to choose. Go back. Stay here.

He didn’t notice he started crying again. Oh well. Lilith would comfort him if she was here. Belos would just say “Quit crying, that’s not how you handle things.” He would say to grow up, and no one else is crying about not getting dinner. 

Like most nights, Hunter cried himself to sleep. Hugging himself and his pink stuffed frog he got out during his crying fit.

NOTES:

This will be a short chapter just like another few after this, I am trying to write a lot of the chapters ahead of time. I have so many ideas for this and for fluff I write what ever feels right in the moment. And most of the mysteries will stay mysteries until it either needs to come up or the truth will come out later(hint hint for Hollow Mind >:3) I do hope you like this idea enough to stick around, and don’t forget to let me know if any of it feels unnatural, like characters or anything else.

And lastly thank you for reading! Have a good night/midday/morning!

[paskuda-lynx]

Oh hey guys look Hooty has reproduced some owlet-wormlets!!

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

@deskraven

Nightshade: *physically shaking with excitement and joy*

Nightshade: I don’t think I’ve ever loved a show without watching it more than I have this one.

Nightshade: I’m going to watch it all of tonight.

“HASHTAG, TELL MOM I’M BUSY WITH EXTREMELY IMPORTANT STUFF IF SHE ASKS.”

“Extremely important stuff? More science with Tara?”

“No, The Owl House.”

*Laughing*

[tol-critter]

[tohkilledme]

OG au concept

“Feral Owlets” AU

8yo Luz Noceda, who still hasn’t moved to Gravesfield, falls in a body of water and ends up on King’s island, where she spends the next 4 years before being found by Eda.

“Eda barely managed to wrestle these on” & “Stuck in another world & it’s not what she thought it would be” in case you can’t read my writing

[grimowled]

the impeccable @mrbutlers said: pokes at stolas. eyes staring up at the owl

A GENUINE SMILE pulls at the corners of his beak, despite himself; his old butler is one of the few exceptional souls capable of eliciting such a spontaneous response in the demon prince's practiced expressions, and most importantly who can boast the extraordinary privilege of his respect.

"--mmyes, mr butler? what can I do for you?"

an inquisitive drawl, head tilting with owlish curiosity as he turns his full attention to the small imp who is allowed such liberties with the prince, by virtue of his reputable position as an expert of all thing ars goetia.

(oh, but he meant to say, "what have I done this time?")

ingrained habit still has some small part of himself instinctively wonder if he's committed a misstep, like forgetting his manners or some other oversight that would have earned him a gentle rebuke from his butler.

he may be preposterously tall now, but he likely is still an owlet in the old imp's discerning eye.

[captain29thegamer]

*spoiler warning*

When Luz died it was almost instantly clear that she was actually fine, they didn't even drastically sadden the soundtrack. I feel robbed that we didn't get to see Amity's reaction to Luz's death, that could have been so emotional and tear jerking :/ Plus it would have been badass to see Amity go revenge mode. I'm not convinced the writers actually knew how integral Amity is to the show, in my mind she was their best character by a solid margin. Also where tf was Hootie?? Anyways, overall excellent show, lovable characters, and very needed competition for the wizard / witch genre. I just wish they were a little less obvious, and let the impact of their decisions sink in.

[suparhythm]

Hooticus McFlufferton (retired S.N.O. agent) and the Moonlight Capers

Feathers bristling, talons tight around the branch, I puffed up my chest, feeling every watt of my seventy-four years. “Gather ’round, you feathery crumbles!” I hooted, my voice rich with years of secrets and owl pellets. “Grandpa Hooticus McFlufferton has a tale to tell, a tale spun with moonlight and feathers, of daring missions and the finest feathered femme fatale this side of the Milky…

[craftyjellyfishcat]

Remember my owlet au? And how it got popular?

I'm still shocked about that

[lovemoroporo]

Dadrius for a kofi request!

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[jupiterswasphouse]

[PHOTOS TAKEN: MARCH 28TH, 2024 | Image IDs: Four photos of a black, white, and yellow owlet moth feeding from and pollinating the white and pink flowers of an apple tree /End IDs.]

[myobsessions247]

Runaway Owlet Chapter 5 is posted!

[fatchance]

There was a ruckus in the pines behind my house yesterday. I watched a Cooper's hawk bullying two great horned owl fledglings. The owlets were very protective of each other, huddling together and shielding each other from the hawk with their wings. In the final photo you can see one of the owls lost a down feather in the brawl.

Great horned owls / búho cornudo (Bubo virginianus), in Sierra Vista, Arizona.

[tol-critter]

just realized I never drew the actual owl beast(s) which is surprising