#young owlet

[tyto-and-tenebricosa]

Thoryskan

"Thoryskan, also known as Thory, is a young male Tenebricosa owlet and one of the fifteen children that have been successfully raised by the Wild Mother, Aurora. Among the Pure Ones, he is known for being a rambunctious but also a very ambitious soldier who thrives to impress yet also to challenge his authority, often doing questionable things and occasionally having to be reminded of just who is in charge."

"Despite his energy seeming to be boundless and his tendencies to do remarkable yet also dangerous stunts to show off, Thoryskan has physical disabilities that affect his right wing and leg. He required physical therapy ever since the surgery following his rescue as a hatchling and to this day, he still suffers from stiff joints and stabbing pain in his knees, ankles, shoulders, etc. To assist in this, he occasionally wears braces made of leather or steel (depending on the occasion) and is given medication that is regularly sneaked into his food to ensure that he is actually taking them."

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Yet another day of me trying to build an audience lol

A SUPER quick design of one of the 15 Tenebricosas of the Pure Ones in my Au. Meet this energetic little baby! Keep your hands to yourself though...he likes to bite lol

[paskuda-lynx]

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

[blessedbrick]

Moth me, Madame Lizard Wizard!

Be mothed!!!

Letis vultura/Owlet Moth

[xiepheer]

hello i was thinking this so does the Beast's have nicknames for Y/N like cute sweet and silly nicknames for them just for them to be very embarrassed about when they got older as well If the Beast's show any baby photos or videos of baby Y/N being very cute and i very much headcanon mostly Shadow Milk Cookie taking thoese photos/videos just to embarrassed Y/N

By the way now i can't stop seeing Y/N as a little owlet being born from a egg and being very fluffy and cute as well for them being a snow owl or something like that

Their Tiny Owlet

Beasts x daughter/son reader!

Scenario: Their nicknames for you and them showing your baby pictures!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hello guys! As you can see, I have decided to open my Tumblr again!

Honestly I'm more active in tiktok rather than other social medias!

But here! 💗

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Mystic Flour cookie

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

For Mystic Flour, her nicknames for you as her duaghter will be 'Dear', 'Dear daughter', 'Dearest', or 'Child'.

Why?

She sees you as one of the most important things in her world.

Of course it's because you're her offspring and she knew if she loses you, then she loses the very thing she created.

And of course, creations can be fragile if not watched properly.

Shes not the type to be teasing you.

The fact she's as quiet as the wind flowing in peace.

The wind is quiet but can be strong.

She's the mother where actions speak well.

She would take care of you but teach you less about words.

She would rather teach you how to act polite and be polite.

And she would assign you a private tutor or give you dictionary simply because she's not too fond of words.

Or maybe is that (headcanon) she speaks in her ancient language when English wasn't a language yet.

When she was walking around, cleaning and organizing the things that aren't supposed to be there,

She stumbled upon a box.

But not just any box.

The box full of your memories.

She took the stuff out and nostalgia hit her.

She could see how fast you've grown.

From a tiny sprout to a sprout that is able to stand on its own.

She opened her eyes to stare at the photos and after centuries, she manages to smile.

It was small but it was noticeable.

She decided to take these and show you this.

She didn't see anything wrong to seeing your old baby photos. Why you are embarrassed seeing your old photos.

She didn't see anything wrong to you at all.

You claimed it was because you used to be chubby or fat or ugly but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Dear child, your appearance when you were young was how any normal person would look like. Do not feel embarrassed for seeing a natural part of a cycle"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Burning Spice cookie

You, being his only child means you have to go through ridiculous things.

Such as nicknames.

His nicknames for you was 'Warrior' or 'Sprout' or 'Little thing'

He didn't see much into you but put more work into making you the heir of the throne.

He he doesn't even know who the mother is.

He trained you to fight and wield a sword.

To win every battle you've come crossed.

That is his true desires with you.

He never really liked children much.

Why?

He sees them more as a nuisance and a pain in the ass.

But you, you live for a purpose.

And that purpose was to fight and be the next head of the throne.

When he found your baby pictures, he could only feel proud at how you went from a weakling to a warrior.

He would show you and tell you how much you've grown and grown strong.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at you old weak state.

You were weka but it all takes progress.

"Oh I definitely understand why you feel embarrassed! You were weak!!! But nows the time to feel proud for as you've grown twice as strong as you were when you were young!!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Shadow Milk cookie

Being the daughter/son of this jester clown means you also have to go through his nuisance tricks.

But mainly, he calls you by the names 'Lil clown' or 'Little girl/boy' or calls you by your name. Sometimes he even adds 'ily' in the end of your name. (Similar to Vanilly)

He never actually did it with anyone but created you as a mere puppet.

But to his surprise, he's created more than a puppet.

A puppet with a brain of its own.

At first, he was shocked to even find out that you were learning.

Most of his puppets would stay brainless and wouldn't even process the things around them.

But you, he considers you as his daughter because you were created by him not by blood but was created by his own will.

He taught you things and even taught you to embrace deceit itself.

You weren't just a brainless puppet, you have memories, emotions, feelings, sensations.

Those were the things that his other creations couldn't get.

Of course, it's your brain or mind was what was growing.

Your puppet body never actually grows.

Your body stay as it is but you improve.

Like a robot or AI.

Ai or robot stay as a robot or Ai and computer but it's their minds that improves.

Their body may not show and improvement, but it's the mental mind that is improving.

When he was lurking in his spire, he was surprised to find old photos of you.

You when your mind was 5 months old, 5 years old, or 10 years old.

When he showed this to you, you honestly didn't see any difference.

Why?

Well obviously it's because it's you mind that changes.

But of course he still teases you for being naive and innocent back then.

You never truly desired to feel embarrassed but it's what he says that makes you feel embarrassed.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed now! You're my greatest creation! You should feel proud that you're unique! Or you would've been thrown in the pit where my other puppets lay!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hi everyone! So sorry if this one is short but I hope you like it!

Also school is almost ending!

Might update more in the summer if I pass! (My grades are low but they're still passed)

Let's see if I'm going to pass or pass away!

Anyways guys, byeee!

[theamberfist]

Sink or Swim Part 2 | Stolas x Reader

Romantic! Stolas x Swim Instructor! Reader

Description: When Stolas is busy, Stella must take Octavia to her swim lessons instead; which no one is very happy about.

(Notes:) (gender neutral reader) (reader is a sinner) (reader is young Octavia's swim teacher) (Part 2 of Sink or Swim)

Words: 2,488

Read part 1 here

"We're going to be late!" Octavia called as she tugged on the taller owl's hand. "Mommy, come on!" 

Stella rolled eyes but followed after her daughter, who was practically dragging her to the pool. For the owlet's sake, she kept her frustration about the situation inside for now. After all, swim lessons had never been her idea, so it peeved her that she was now the one having to deal with them because of Stolas.

The prince would have attended in her place like usual if not for some work-related obligation that had come up. And, since the pool had a rule that required a parent to be present for all lessons, Stella had been forced to perform the responsibility in his absence until he got back. He'd promised to be as quick as possible, hoping to show up before the lesson ended, but she highly doubted that would happen. 

Finally, they reached the building and headed inside, where the imp at the front desk immediately recognized Octavia and checked them in. Stella helped her into her swim suit, thankful that the little girl was at least old enough now that she wouldn't have to get in the water with her.

Stella couldn't understand the point anyway. It wasn't as if any of them used the pool they had at the house, and she would hardly have been caught dead getting her feathers wet, anyway. She didn't know why Stolas insisted on keeping Via enrolled in her lessons these last couple years, but it seemed it was just another reason for her to hate him. 

Finally, she and Octavia made their way onto the pool deck, where the little owlet instantly recognized her swim teacher and grinned from ear to ear. She called your name and then let go of her mother's hand; taking off running for the water. 

"By all means, run." Stella mumbled sarcastically. You turned around, smiling but reminding the girl not to run. She slowed her pace but continued going over to you. 

"Good to see you again, Octavia." You smiled before pulling yourself out of the water you'd been waiting in. When you noticed Stella, rather than Stolas following behind her, a look of slight surprise appeared on your face. There was a flash of disappointment in your eyes, too, before you quickly put on a smile and took a step forward, extending your hand to her.

"Hi, I'm-" She cut you off.

"I do not care," she informed you with a wave of her hand, "Just get on with it. You're lucky we didn't skip this lesson entirely." You retracted your hand at that; smile faltering.

"Alright..." You could only assume that this must have been Stolas' wife from the way he'd described her to you before. She was even worse than you expected, but you had little time to dwell on it as Octavia gently tapped your leg. 

"Can we get in the water?" She asked excitedly, "I wanna show Mama what I can do!" Your smile returned at that and you nodded, leading her back to the side of the pool as her mother collapsed on a nearby pool chair.

Sighing, you hopped in the pool and then turned to help the little owl after you. She was even more eager than usual to be in the water, and you assumed it had to do with the excitement of a different parent having accompanied her; though you could hardly share her sentiment. 

Once she was in the pool and holding onto the side, you started her on her usual drills. Since you'd been working with Octavia since she was an infant, you were well aware of her strengths and weaknesses, as well as her favorite activities when it came to your lessons. She chatted on as you two worked, telling you about whatever came to her mind, and you felt glad she'd gotten so comfortable with you over time. 

"Daddy's working today so Mommy brought me instead," she went on to explain as you two sat on the wall doing more kick drills now. 

"I saw." You smiled down at her, trying to keep the positive energy you knew was so necessary for teaching kids. 

"But he said maybe he'll be able to come to the end of the lesson," Octavia explained, "So maybe they can both watch me then!" You grinned and then pushed yourself into the water before turning to her.

"I'm sure he'll try his best to make it." And, if you were being honest, you hoped you were right. Stolas' company at these lessons was something you thoroughly enjoyed. He would always chat with you before and afterwards, and had such insightful thoughts that you constantly looked forward to his and his daughter's weekly classes. 

Stella, on the other hand, was thoroughly uninterested in what her daughter was up to; her eyes trained on her phone as she lounged on the pool chair. Considering she'd shown up in a full gown, you assumed she didn't find herself in places like this often, and therefore, did not care what you taught Octavia so long as you left her alone.

The owlet seemed to notice this because a frown appeared on her face. When you took her in your arms and began helping her with her front glides, she called out to her mother on the deck.

"Mommy, look at me!"

Stella's eyes never left her phone. "That's nice, Via." She replied. Unfortunately for her, though, her child was smarter than she seemed to give her credit for and her frown deepened. 

"You aren't looking!" She exclaimed sadly as you reminded her to kick her legs. Stella rolled her eyes before glancing up for a second and then returning to her phone. 

"You're doing great." She said dismissively. Octavia looked a little sad so you quickly stepped in to cover.

"She's right; you're doing great," you told the girl with a reassuring smile, "Can you look down at the bottom of the pool? See if there are any runaway fish down there I need to catch." Octavia giggled at that but obliged anyway and put her face down in the water to check for said fish. 

After a moment, she looked back up with a bright smile. "No fish!" She exclaimed happily and you smiled back at her.

"None? Are you sure?" You asked cheerfully and she looked down again for good measure. Finally, she raised her head again. 

"No fish!" You giggled and she did the same as you finally brought her into the wall. 

"Well, thank you for checking!" You told her, "I'm glad we don't have any loose fish today." You placed her on the wall again where she checked to see if Stella had bene watching.

As expected, she hadn't. Octavia's smile immediately dropped and she turned back to you with a sad expression. Feeling pressure to keep her happy, you quickly spoke up. "How about we work on your back float again, hmm?" You suggested. She nodded slowly before letting you support her back and leaning into your hold. 

"Lay back like you're sleeping in bed," you reminded her, "and look to see if any fish are in the sky!"

"The sky?" She asked through giggles and you nodded.

"Yep! Sometimes they like to swim around up there. Watch out for Craig specifically; he'll try to splash you." Octavia laughed before bringing her head up to look at Stella again. You couldn't help but feel bad for the girl's neglect by her mother; wishing Stolas would come back to encourage her like he always did. It was so important that kids be told how proud their parents were of them; you knew that. 

"Mommy, look at me!" She called again and your heart squeezed. Stella glanced up again.

"Great, sweetie." She replied nonchalantly. This seemed to finally be enough to upset the owlet, though, because she didn't take it for an answer. 

"You aren't looking!"

"Yes I am!" Stella shouted back, angry herself now. 

"No you aren't!" Octavia replied, crossing her arms as she continued to float on her back with your support. "You're not close enough to see!" Stella rolled her eyes again but stood from her pool chair now and put her arms out as if to say 'see?' 

"Better?" She asked in a frustrated tone.

"No!" Octavia called back, "You aren't close enough!" Grumbling, Stella took a few steps closer to the pool. Before she could even ask, though, Octavia was already calling to her. "You're not close enough, Mama!" She exclaimed through slightly teary eyes that made your heart clench, "I want you to see!"

Nearly fuming now, Stella came even closer to the pool so that her feet were right by the edge now. "There, am I close enough for you n-" She couldn't even finish her sentence, though, because as she was walking towards the edge, she slipped on some water and fell back. Her back smacked into the concrete of the pool deck and then the rest of her body slid into the water. 

It was at this moment when you realized Octavia's mother likely did not know how to swim. She flailed about in the water, which was a little deeper than where you currently stood holding the owlet, and seemed to panic as the weight of her huge dress pulled her down. 

To make matters worse, the lifeguard that was currently supposed to be watching the pool while you taught your lesson was hardly paying attention. Even when you called his name, he hardly batted an eye. Sighing, you replaced Octavia so that she comfortably rested in your left arm now; the way a parent might carry their toddler around.

There was no time to put her safely on the deck if you wanted to save her mother, and it wasn't as if you could leave the girl in the water by herself yet when she had only ever ran assisted drills up to this point. So, you were left with no choice by to swim through the water and towards Stella with the little girl in your arm. 

"Mommy!" The owlet called in fear as you finally made your way over to her mother. Stella was still flailing about in the water, which was a good thing at least, since it meant she hadn't yet lost consciousness. 

Amidst all the commotion, you didn't even notice that another owl now entered the scene, coming onto the pool deck with a bright smile that immediately disappeared when he saw what was going on. Unsure what to do, he rushed over to the deck near where you and his family were, but he worried he might not reach your group in time to help. 

Finally, you reached Stella and grabbed her by the waist with your free arm, dragging her up to the surface as she continued to flail. She smacked you in the face multiple times but you didn't waver; keeping Octavia away from the path of her arms and making sure both their heads stayed above the water. 

The lifeguard finally seemed to have noticed what was going on now, because he stood from his chair as if to help, but you just glared at him; having already done most of his job in this situation. 

You reached the pool deck now, where you let go of Octavia as soon as she was holding onto the wall. Stolas reached you too, immediately taking her into his arms and out of the water as he asked if she was alright. 

You turned your attention to the still-panicking Stella now; making sure she was still breathing as you helped her to sit on the poolside. The lifeguard had grabbed a first aid kit and was coming over to you four now as you looked her over. Luckily, she seemed relatively unharmed, aside from the scare. 

"Are you alright?" You asked, "You didn't hit your head when you fell, did you?" Now that she was on dry land, the owl's glare returned as she stared you down.

"No," she replied, crossing her arms, "But my dress is completely ruined! This is all your fault; you filthy sinner!" With that, she stood up from the side of the pool and stomped away, ignoring the lifeguard that tried to offer her medical attention as she passed. 

"Mama, where are you going?" Octavia called from her father's arms. Stella didn't pause.

"To get a new dress tailored!" Stella called back, glancing at you again, "And I'll be billing you for it!" Finally, she stormed through the locker rooms and out of the building as you shuddered. The lifeguard gave you a look that asked if you were okay but you just nodded and waved him off; pulling yourself out of the water. 

"I think that'll be it for our lesson today," you sighed, turning to Stolas, "I'm so sorry about that." Before he could reply, the owlet in his arms shook her head.

"It wasn't your fault; Mama fell!" She exclaimed as your expression softened. She turned back to her father now. "She needs swim lessons too." He smiled.

"I don't think your mother will be going anywhere near the water after that." He admitted and then looked to you. "But I am sure you had nothing to do with it. Stella can be quite...Easily angered." If he were being completely honest, he couldn't help but wish she hadn't been saved, but he knew you would never let that happen. "And, of course, I will not allow her to take any legal action against you; that includes her clothing expenses." You grinned.

"Thank you, Stolas." You said softly, grabbing your towel from one of the nearby pool chairs and wrapping it around yourself. "If you want to reschedule your next lessons with someone else, I understand." You would have expected him to do so, actually, but he quickly shook his head.

"No need!" He exclaimed a little too hurriedly, "Via enjoys working with you so much and I wouldn't want to uproot her over something like this!" Luckily, the little girl in his arms nodded in agreement, effectively covering for him. You smiled back.

"If that's what you want."

"It is." Stolas assured you with a grin, "It really is." There was a brief moment of silence between you both as you gazed into one another's eyes, and then the prince finally remembered where he was and what was going on as he composed himself by clearing his throat. 

"A-anyway," he spoke, "Thank you for saving my...wife." Your heart clenched at the word but you nodded.

"Of course." Then, you turned to Octavia, who was still in her father's arms. "I'll see you next week!" You told her, "Then you can show your dad how much progress we made today." She grinned and nodded excitedly.

"Yeah!"

With that, you bid them both farewell and watched as Stolas carried his daughter out of the pool building. Somehow, as he left, it felt as if a part of your heart went with him. 

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Lullaby

Sometimes memories are cruel... and dreams can be unkind... But you don't have to face them alone.

Not anymore.

(A sweet collaboration with my friend @studio-petrichor, to properly celebrate BBU's 8th anniversary! Please go check their blog, they're super talented, and their "Little Bird" series is made of adorableness! This fic is a tribute to their amazing work! I hope you enjoy it! ^^)

1 o'clock.

Only a single sound from the clock rang inside the manor. The bellow lasted no less than 5 seconds, bouncing off the walls of the long, empty hallways, and yet it didn't disturb the residents' deep slumber. 

A peculiar bunch, one could say: a lovely family of two... hundred plump, orange ghosts hovered about, donning little sleeping caps as they snoozed midair. Some had found a cozy corner in the kitchen, some laid comfortably on the sofas of the dead room... Why, if you looked up, you'd also find a couple of ghosts nesting on some chandeliers.

And yet, none of them were to be found in the bedroom, where only one being could be found fast asleep: the owlish owner of this place, completely conked out after another day/night of party. 

Not unlike a bat, their wings were completely tuckered in their upsidedown form, as they hooted soundly in their sleep.

The only noise that could be heard inside the manor, clear and yet somehow incredibly gentle, so not to wake the little bundle that he had lovingly tucked in her bed, not too far from his sleeping form. 

Just that morning, earlier, she had insisted she could sleep on her own now: at the age of 4 she was a "big girl" now, she could handle sleeping alone.

So self reliant at such a young age: truly, a feather of her old papa, who felt his dead heart grow warm still, and he did comply with her request... by positioning a lovely wooden bed in his own room.

So he could make sure...

...

...no. 

No no no. 

No use for those grime remainders. That was in the past, now. She was back in his "life", she was happy to see him, he could stroke her feathers and hear her laughter again. He could be the father he wasn't back then, and always be there for her.

He was granted a new chance. And he won't squander it. Not again.

And so it went. Both were sleeping, together yet in their own space, as their minds were filled with oniric scenarios.

In his mind, stars and clouds, raining golden candy bars, names and faces he'd long forgotten and now moved on from... Another typical night for the ghostly host.

In hers... 

…………….

A flowery meadow she was running in. The sun was setting, the daisies waved in the breeze as if they were greeting her... And her beloved papa, in the distance, called out her name.

"Emmy, dear! Dinner is ready!"

"I'm coming!" she replied with a smile. And so she waddled as fast as possible towards her voice. Still lots of grass and flowers in her way, but she kept her stride with determination. Only a couple of minutes later, the voice called out to her again.

It felt... different. More... frantic?

"Emmy, are you coming?"

"I'm here, Papa! I'm coming!" The little owlet kept running, and started panting: she didn't remember getting herself so far from home. A small unease started creeping up in her chest: something wasn't right. The grass looked dried up, and there was no flower in sight.

"Emmy! Sweetheart, whERE are yOU?!" It was that voice again... was it not? It was her father's, and yet it sounded... panicked... And... off... as if it was split apart...? Could a voice even do that? The owlet had to ask her father later... at least, she hoped she could do that, if only she could reach him.

"Papa, wait! I'm here, I'm here!" The little one cried out, as she ran as fast as possible in the barren wasteland that was once the floral moore she was playing in not even...

How long was it, again? The little one still hadn't learned how to tell time, that was another thing she had to ask her father.

After what felt like forever, her house was finally in sight, just as she remembered: so big, and tall, and run down, and falling apart...

Wait... whose house was that? The owlet started backing out: silly head she was, she got lost again...

No, wait... a figure was near the door. It was facing up in the opposite direction, she could only see the purple vest.

No no, no mistake! That was her father!

The owlet leapt with joy and ran to hug him. She found her way all on her own: why, she bet he was proud of her!

"Papa! Did you see? Did you see? I found you, all on my own!" She laughed with pride, while her father stayed silent, still not showing his face.

Yet the owlet didn't notice that, for how overjoyed she was. "Oh, and look! I got you some flowers- oh...". She tried looking for them inside her scarf, but couldn't find anything.

"They fell down...". The poor little one felt herself coming with tears, she took so many daisies earlier, just for him... "Can I go back and take them again...? Please, papa?"

Her father still said nothing, without even budging from his place. Stiffer than the dead.

The owlet started growing apprehensive: there have been times her father would be unable to respond to her, always looking at some funny papers. Sometimes he wouldn't be able to even tell she went in the garden while he was working, but would still eventually turn around and smile at her.

Why wouldn't he do it now...? Unless...?

"Papa? Are you... angry...? I'm sorry..." the owlet asked timidly, fearing she would get scolded for taking so much time.

"Emmy... Why wouldn't you come back...?" Her father finally responded, still not looking at her, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The little one bowed her head in shame. "I was... looking for flowers..."

"Couldn't you hear my voice? I've been looking for you, EverYWheRe...". Her father started shifting, as his voice grew more trembling, like it did before. The owlet still couldn't see his face, despite the shift in position, and yet that earlier fear crept up once again.

"Yes, I hearded you, Papa! I ran for you!" she insisted. She did what she was told, she was a good girl!

"AnD YET! YouR PapA haD Been WaitING FoR a CENTURY for hIS DARLING DeARIe to coME HoME! ThAT'S not VeRY NICE...!" now the bigger owl had started moving his head towards the owlet. Only now she could see his face: orange, swirly eyes poking from the abyss that was now his face were looking at her instead of that gentle, golden glance.

The owlet started hyperventilating, and backed away as she covered herself in her wings: that was NOT his father, where was he?!

"WHERE'S PAPA!? I WANT MY PAPA!!"

The dark being chuckled a creepy, hooting laughter, as he slowly inched towards her with open wings, somehow looking even bigger.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo! BuT He'S RIGHT HERE, SwEEtIE!" he smiled maniacally. "AnD nOW WE'll AlL Be TOGethER..."

The little one started screaming and completely covered her eyes before she could feel the world around her going black.

"FOREVER!!!"

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Emmy's resulting scream of terror wasn't enough to help herself break away from the nightmare she found herself in, yet the same couldn't be said for the serene stillness of the night...

...nor Barnaby's own slumber.

"HOOT???" he jolted awake with a flail of his own wings, so shocked he lost his balance and found himself back on the floor, face first. With a huff, he forced himself on his feet, trying to get his now floor stucked face upwards, but it wouldn't cooperate. So he applied much more force, pulling with all his neck.

And pulled he did, as finally his face got unstuck as it flayed upwards along his neck. When it came down, it looked no less flatter than a pancake on the bouncing spring that was now his nape.

Whew, he's going to feel THAT in the morning...

But that was for later! His sweet owlet was screaming her little heart off, he had to do something about it! So he quickly shook his head to regain his senses, and got closer to Emmy's bed.

"Emmy! Emmy, sweetie pie! Hoo-hoowhat's wrong?!" he trembly asked as he tried to scoop the little one in his wings.

To no avail, as Emmy kept flailing her limbs everywhere and tried to avoid even getting closer.

"NOOO! GET AWAY!! I WANT MY PAPA!!!" She was still trapped in her dream, those eyes taunting her mind.

Barnaby started getting agitated, familiar himself with nightmares, yet still tried to reach out to her. Some Barnaboos even came close to help him out with her, and he managed to have her shaking frame into his wings.

"Shhhh. It's alright, my dear. Everything will be okay, papa is here... Papa is here..." he cooed as he started rocking her using as much care as he could.

Barnaby's words seemed to finally reach out to Emmy, as her eyes jolted awake: she frantically looked at her surroundings, with panicked breaths. He could hear her small heart beating uncomfortably fast.

"*gasp* *gasp* ...Papa?" Emmy looked at her father with eyes full of fear: such a sight tugged his long dead heart, and he started nuzzling her fluffy head, hoping to ease her fears.

"Yes, my pumpkin. I'm here... I'm here..." he sweetly cooed.

Emmy snuggled her beak against his nape, still shaking with fear.

"Papa! You're okay! The monster didn't get you!"

A monster?? Oh, of course: his little one had a nightmare. Barnaby shook his head in endearment.

"Hoo-hoo, Emmy, my sillyhead. There are no monsters here."

"Yes, there is!" She insisted, with eyes filled with tears, Barnaby fatherly nodding at her affirmation, going along with her fantasies. "He was big, and black, and had biiig wings like this!" She made a motion with her own tiny wings to show her father just how big they were. "And-and he had big orange eyes!"

....oh.

Realization hit Barnaby's chest just like one of his knives.

"Hoo... I see..."

(art by @studio-petrichor)

"And-and he tried to get me! And I couldn't find you anywhere! The-the monster! He got you too!"

Barnaby shivered in horror, as faint memories flashed in his mind: those sleepless nights, feeling his sanity slipping away, hoping until his last breath he could finally find his daughter once again...

After he foolishly took her for granted, too caught up in his work to be the father she deserved...

Unbeknownst to Emmy, the monster had claimed him a long time ago.

But perhaps... he wasn't too late.

"Oh, dear, sweet Emmy." he cooed, and started preening her head with loving care. "It's all over, now. The monster is gone. Your papa is fine, see?" And he stuck his tongue out crossing his eyes, making that goofy face she always loved to see.

It made her laugh faintly, just as he hoped.

She looked at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but at least she was smiling again.

"Yes!" Emmy hugged her father, relieved. "You're fine, Papa!

"Hoo-hoo! Of course I am!" he chuckled. "We're together once again, and everything will be okay!"

Emmy had no idea how much Barnaby meant those words, and she nuzzled her head on his chest, now completely calm. The ghost still rocked her gently, to fully ease her worries.

He looked at her, filled with warmth and love towards his small, but sweet darling. He really couldn't believe, after all those lonely years, he could finally hold her in his wings once again.

That thought threatened to make him spill the tears that were slowly building up in his eyes.

"...Papa?" That poignant silence was broken by Emmy's small voice.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Are you... angry?" Her voice betrayed the hint of worry in her heart.

"Hoo, why would I be angry, sweet pea?"

She stayed silent for a couple of seconds, afraid to reveal it.

"I... I just wanted to give you some pretty flowers... and I couldn't find the house anymore..."

Barnaby hummed thoughtfully. She must have been referring to her nightmare... right?

"Hoo, Emmy, sweetie. I'm not angry. I am... happy." 

"Really?" Emmy looked at her father, apprehensive. "But... I was far, far away!"

"You were." Barnaby nodded, and he started nuzzling his cheek against hers. "And your Papa got very, very sad and lonely".

"Oh no!" Emmy exclaimed with childlike horror.

"Hoo yes." Barnaby affirmed, lovingly, trying to mask the actual sadness he was starting to feel as he recalled those lonesome days. He then carefully moved his forehead against her own, once again nuzzling with love, so she couldn't see his tears.

"But you're back, and you're okay. And your Papa is so... so very happy for it. Why, I couldn't be happier, my sweet Emmy."

"Really?" she timidly asked.

"Really really..." he sweetly replied, and she giggled at that, and she once again gingerly laid her head on his chest.

They stayed like this for a while. Barnaby had started crooning along, as he resumed with rocking her to help her fall asleep once again.

"...Papa?" Emmy's voice rang once again, this time filled with fatigue.

"Yes, Emmy?" he replied gently.

"Can we... get more flowers... tomorrow?"

Barnaby hooted a soft giggle. "Hoo-hoo, of course, my dear. All the flowers you want. And we'll have a biiiiiig flower party! It will be wonderful!"

"...can Billie... come too?"

"Of course. Billie would love to play with you." 

He would have had to deal with that funny axolotl's apprehension for it, but this and anything for his owlet. And he knew the young goat, now his dear friend, would have accepted right away.

"...yay... Thank you, Papa.... I love... you..." and she fell asleep, lovingly tucked in his wings.

And with that, Barnaby swore his heart came alive once again for how much love he felt for his owlet. 

This time he let his tears fall on his face, unable to hold them in, anymore. He gently cradled Emmy in a hug, and between sobs, a sweet lullaby resonated from his chest. The hauntingly beautiful melody filled the once silent manor with notes of love and joy, and the wandering ghosts around couldn't help but sing along.

Truly... a kind of magical feeling not even his own skills could match. And he'd hold on to it... and especially her... until the end of days.

"I love you too, my special, little star..."

[somepsychopomp]

Thinking that at some point, young Ody gets more comfortable sleeping under his giant owl mom than his own bed. Athena’s belly is just so warm and snug.

Like he doesn’t want it to be this way, but Athena insists that human beds are too vulnerable and that the safest place for an owlet to be is tucked under its mama.

[blackrocks-king]

[ "Hello, your highness. It's *me* again :)" ]

*the familiar voice appears again. . . The young one looked around to see if the mysterious yet strange adventurer was around him. It wasn't the case, the young prince decided not to ask himself how does it even works*

[ "I just wanted to say that—. . . I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, I do think being honest to kids is also important. The future would be tough but you *are* strong, Prince Aspy, don't ever forget that. You should never let anyone or any *voices* around, plague your mind. I know you can do this. . . You are *not* weak. You are *not* a failure. You are a *good* person and would be a *good* king, always remember that, m'kay?. . ." ]

*while there wasn't any presence around him, he could feel a hand patting his head* [ "take care of yourself, alright, your highness?. . ." ]

*the familiar voice said until it couldn't be heard nor felt the presence anymore. . .*

*Seems T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ P̴��̘̤̯͙̔̍͊̑̏́̌̇̎̓̀͘l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ The Adventurer

won't appear any time soon. . .*

(OOC; watch me comfort a fictional character, that's crazy bro— I JUST CAN'T. HE LOOKS SO PRECIOUS, I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM AND PROTECT HIM FROM EVERYTHING. he looks such a cutie little owlet T_T 💔 *ugly cries*)

Ah— I.. ?!—

. . . Oh.

Small faint sobs and sniffles can be heard with muffled repeated ‘sorry’s and ‘Thank you’s.

It is time for bed, Prince Aspen. A new day awaits. Good night!

[strixamans]

WIP Whenever

Thanks to the lovely @vividiana for the tag.

Written this morning, for something I hope will eventually see the light of day.

“You know, I used to think your good looks were a liability. People remember a pretty face. They pay attention. But now, I think I might have come around.” Jaheira starts to smirk. “Just look at what your pretty face brings in...” Her smirk deepens to one of those wry smiles, of the sort Strix knows all too well to precede a biting remark. But for a moment, all three remain silent, while the High Harper’s canny gaze shifts to Astarion. Then she says to him, “We are lucky, you and I. That our pretty friend is so besotted.” “Oh—” Strix begins to interrupt, rolling her eyes impatiently. But Jaheira only glances at her, looking back to Astarion, as she speaks. “She looks deep into your eyes, and says, ‘my darling, I would kill for you…’”  And while Strix shifts in her seat, and Astarion remains stoic, Jaheira continues, “Well, it seems that she will get her chance, after all. And as a consummate feminist, it is my dearest hope that you would return the favor…”  There it is again, that mordant smile. Jaheira adds, “Or at least do the dishes, every once in a while.” But Strix has had enough. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaheira!” she blurts out. “Are you done?!” “Relax, Owlet.” The older woman brushes her off. “I know how it is. For I, too, was once young and in love. If you can believe it.”

And since I just realized I also got a last line/ sneak peak tag from @nw39, here's another sneak peek of a future oneshot that is still very early stages, but that you can expect to see before the above (same universe, though)!

In which His Honor learns to love the great outdoors (shameless birder porn)...

“What, are you getting tired?” “Tired?” Astarion raises his eyebrows. “No. I’m in fabulous shape, if you hadn’t noticed,” he replies with mild indignation. She has, in fact. Her lips pucker, as she looks him up and down. “You just need a little pick-me-up?”

[ SEVERAL MINUTES LATER… ]  Strix lowers herself to her knees, setting her backpack to the side. As she moves to take off her binoculars, though, Astarion reaches down to stop her. “No,” he says, a little impatiently. “Keep those on.” With a snort of laughter, she lets go of the strap and brings her hands to the closure of his [very sexy] hiking pants, instead. “If you come on them, I’ll kill you,” she teases, looking up to meet his devious gaze. “No doubt,” he purrs. And as she nimbly frees his erection from the confines of technical fabric, he goes on, “You’re not suddenly averse to swallowing, are you?” Strix answers with a grin and a coy shake of her head, and Astarion grins back. “Good. So we shouldn’t—ahhh, darling,” he groans, with the pressure of her wet lips and tongue against his cockhead. “So we shouldn’t have any problems…”

tags for @dr-acula121 @alwaysmauria @arafel0194 @preciouslittlebhaalbae

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request - Helluva Boss: Octavia regresses very young after another one of Stolas and Stella's fights. After things have cooled down, Stolas checks in on Little!Octavia and comforts her

Little age: 0-2

Here you go! Honestly Stolas would make such a great CG. I hope you enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Owlet

Pairing: CG! Stolas & Little! Octavia

Word count: 1377

Description: Stolas and Stella are arguing again, while Octavia is left to endure the storm alone. Thankfully, Stolas doesn’t abandon her like she first thought. (Hurt/comfort)

TW: Parents arguing, fears of abandonment

Heavily, Octavia sighed.  Though the breath came out loud and exasperated, it did little to ease the tension overtaking her shoulders.

Her parents were fighting again.

They fought all the time—any time they shared each other’s company really.  Per the usual, their squawking and squabbling filled every inch of their household.  One voice screeching and angry and hoarse from their neverending battles.  The other was more reserved in tone but certainly didn’t hold back any insults for the other party.

As more crude insults rattled the house, Octavia hugged her blanket closer to her chest.  She had cherished the faded fabric for many years now; the lavender fleece decorated with golden stars had worn over years of love and cuddling.  Nonetheless, its comforts had not worn away with the sheet.

Fidgeting with it anxiously, Octavia recalled her parent’s endless fights, which she had endured from the sidelines.  Like always, when they got this loud and cruel, the urge to hide beneath her bedsheets and wait for the storm’s pass egged her onward.

I should be used to it, Octavia thought, displeased with her own instincts.  The days of hiding from her parent’s marital issues, the days she pretended everything was going to be fine and that they’d work it out, had not granted the luxury of visiting in years.  Instead of muffling the noise with pillows and stuffed animals, blaring rock music and brooding seemed to be a more common theme these days.

Nonetheless, her mind longed for those old comforts.

Taking a shuddering breath, Octavia attempted to return to the leather-bound book laid across her lap.  The inked words coaxed her attention, but not well enough.  The soft voice in the back of her mind narrating the script simply wasn’t loud enough to muffle the endless argument outside her bedroom.

Especially when she heard her own name amongst their fighting.  She momentarily perked at the familiar sound, straining to hear why she had been put between their argument.  She should have known better by now, of course; Stolas and Stella’s fights never amounted to nor meant anything meaningful.  But nonetheless…

Octavia’s curiousty begged her on, so she slipped off her comfortable mattress and tiptoed towards the door, as if  (a) they would be able to hear her, and (b) she wasn’t supposed to hear anything they said.  She kept her trusty blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a gentle contrast to the inevitable roars awaiting beyond the bedroom door.

If they didn’t want me to hear, then they should do better of being quiet, Octavia thought, opening the door just a crack.  Immediately, echoing voices assaulted her fragile headspace.

“Why should I try to protect your pathetic reputation!?” Stella screamed.  Her mother’s voice echoed furiously down the hallway, rattling the paintings on the walls.

“Because we also have to consider the impact upon our daughter!” Stolas yelled back.  “Octavia should be the priority here!”

“Octavia is a precautionary heir!  We are the current leaders of the Goetia family!” her mother challenged.

“We?” Stolas exclaimed.  “When has there ever been a ‘we’ in this relationship?”

“You’re right!  I do everything myself around here!  Just like I will inevitably left in charge of the child when you run off with that imp—“

Octavia couldn’t bear to hear anymore.  She slammed the door shut, much faster and louder than she intended.  Following its echoing bang, her parents voices stalled for a few seconds.  Her mother recovered quickly, already screaming something else.  However, her father’s voice did not return the snide remarks.

Cupping her hands over her ears, Octavia rushed back to her bed before throwing herself upon the mattress.  Her entire body shuddered and trembled as she hid herself beneath her blanket.  Her hand only made a brief appearance outside the cocoon to snatch a plush sitting outside it.

Her mind went numb as her thoughts raced, like horses charging blinding through thick fog.

Dad is leaving?  He’s running off? her thoughts stampeded.  It was like a nightmare-the same horrid, reoccurring dreams that had tormented her for years.

Octavia hugged her plush tightly, eyes welling with tears.  Dad is going to leave, and I won’t be able to find him.  She longed for him to return to her room, to reassure her that this was indeed just a horrible dream her brilliant mind had up.

Minutes passed, far too slow for Octavia’s liking.  Eventually there was a grand slamming of doors somewhere down the hall, which’s shockwaves rattled her bedroom.  Thankfully though, the fight disintegrated after that, and no more arguments currently plagued the house.

Did they both leave? Octavia thought, shaking and dreading the answer.

A gentle rap at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Octavia froze, unsure what to do.

“Via?” her fathers voice called from outside her door.  “May I come in?”

Dad? her heart hammered as she sat up abruptly.  Was he going to leave?  Was he here to promise yet again that he would never be out of reach?  

No words made it past Octavia’s lips; her mind far too foggy to comprehend a reasonable response to her father’s simple request.  Luckily, the door creaked open anyway.  Stolas’ face peeked into the room, a frown clear in his drawn beak and furrowed eyebrows.  For a moment he and Octavia just stared, both comprehending the other’s presence.

“Daddy?” Octavia’s voice finally trembled, words slightly slurred.  “R’you really gonna run ‘way?”

“Oh, my dear, of course not!” Stolas soothed, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him.

He moved toward Octavia’s frame, seeming to take in just how young his owlet seemed.  Unconsciously, somewhere between her last words and Stolas sitting on her bed, she had popped her thumb into her mouth.  Gently, Stolas pulled her hands away from her mouth and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t wanna be left with mom,” Octavia whined, her eyes still glassy. 

“And you won’t be,” her father said resolutely.  “I could never do that to you Via.  Never.”

“But don’ you love Blitzo more than mom?”

Stolas paused for a moment, taking in the naive question.  Somehow, it was so simple, yet so complicated at the same time.

“Yes,” Stolas began slowly.  “But I could never love him more than I love you.  You are far too important to me.”

Octavia looked up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks puffed in a thoughtful pout.  Stolas’ heart strings tugged as he watched her think over his answers; she hadn’t looked quite so innocent since she was a small child.

Finally, she seemed to relent, as her features relaxed and she looked around her room.

“Read to me?” she inquired, dropping the subject completely.

“Of course,” Stolas agreed, glad to be rid of the previous anxieties.  

Carefully, he shifted his daughter into his arms and lifted her towards the head of the bed.  She held onto his shirt for security, giggling something under her breath as he tossed aside her bedsheets enough to tuck her in.  He himself managed a small smile.  

After ensuring that her stuffed animals and lavender baby blanket were also by her side, Stolas wandered over to her large bookshelf.  There, his feathered hand traced over numerous titles before landing on a specific hard bound.  Plucking it off the shelf, Stolas weighed the thick fairytale book in his hands as he approached his daughter’s bedside.  

Oh how familiar the scene felt—after how many restless nights had he done this very thing?  Reading stories and relaxing in bed until the worries went away?

Stolas sat beside Octavia, careful not to disturb her or her plushies, which surrounded her like a protection detail.  She kicked her legs beneath the sheets, her excitement obvious as her father flipped through the pages and found their favorite tale.

“The Owl,” Stolas began.   “Two or three hundred years ago, when people were far from being so cunning and crafty as they are now today, an extraordinary event took place in a little town…”

His words filled the silence and replaced the terror that had previously occupied the room.  Octavia allowed her head to rest on her his shoulder as he flagged through the fairytale, and another after it.  Thankfully, as the time passed by, not a single argument returned.  Just peace, calm, and the the two of them together.

[ghost-bxrd]

Talon Dick will obey anything Jason asks of him, and nearly anything Bruce does... Which can make for some awesome angst potential...

The team cooperating with morally grey outsiders on a mission, splitting up...

Jason or Bruce telling Dick that Character A he's with is in command. They genuinely believe A can be trusted.

Turns out A is a lot greyer than believed. And very interested in making the most of having one of the legendary Talons bound to obey them.

Dick, of course, won't do anything like killing random folk or anything that would violate a standing order, but the orders aren't quite so clear about demands that affect only him...

I actually thought of this in context of a Tarantula-like situation, but as you've said before you don't like writing that topic, maybe something like being 'studied' by A who wants to know how Talons work and is not above using stuff upto and including vivisection on the excuse the Talon will heal just fine anyway...

Not sure which scenario would be angstier.

This happens to a young Talon Dick who is not yet sure how much obedience Batman wants from him

OR It happens after the Red Hood event and they're semi reconciled, it's Red Hood who gives the order. And Dick is not only never going to do anything that might lose him his owlet again, he's not sure whether or not Jason meant to allow this as a punishment...

This would actually contradict the long standing order of keeping himself safe! Something Jason was very specific on the first time Dick got hurt because he didn’t prioritize his own well being.

But with Dick being in a vulnerable mindset it could still be a possibility, yeah

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Reptilia - Aegotheliformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next strisorean order is Aegotheliformes, commonly called “owlet-nightjars”. This order contains one family, Aegothelidae, and one genus, Aegotheles, with 10 living species.

Owlet-nightjars are small strisoreans, which are crepuscular (active at dawn and dusk) rather than nocturnal. During the day they roost in holes in trees. They are insectivores which usually hunt in the air on short wings, sitting on a perch and waiting to dive down onto passing insects. Their feathers are soft, and mainly cryptic browns and tans. Their feet are small and weak, but comparatively larger and stronger than those of nightjars and frogmouths. Their wide mouth is tipped by a small bill and surrounded by prominent rictal bristles. Most owlet-nightjars are native to New Guinea, but some species exist in Australia, the Moluccas, and New Caledonia.

Owlet-nightjars are usually solitary, except during breeding. They mainly nest in holes in trees. Both the male and female will line the nest with leaves. The female will lay 2-4 eggs and is the only parent to incubate them. Both parents feed the chicks, which fledge after a month. The young birds may stay close to the parents for several months after they fledge.

Strisores have a well-represented fossil record, with fossils of most major strisorean lineages known from the Paleogene. Strisores evolved in the Eocene, with the two main extant lineages of separating about 60–55 million years ago. Owlet-nightjars, while once thought to be closer to either nightjars or frogmouths, actually share a more recent common ancestor with the Apodiformes (“hummingbirds” and “swifts”), which branched off from the other strisoreans in the Early Eocene. It is thought that the owlet-nightjars and the apodiformes split from each other shortly after this.

Propaganda under the cut:

The New Zealand Owlet-nightjar (Aegotheles novaezealandiae) was once the largest owlet-nightjar, and was known by the Māori as Ruru hinapō. Like most other New Zealand birds it is suspected to have been flightless or minimally flighted. The New Zealand Owlet-nightjar went extinct in the late 13th century, likely due to the invasive Pacific Rat (Rattus exulans), which arrived in New Zealand with Polynesian settlers.

The largest (maybe) living owlet-nightjar is now the New Caledonian Owlet-nightjar (Aegotheles savesi). This large owlet-nightjar is only known from two specimens taken in 1880 and 1915, two other confirmed sightings, two partly disputed sightings, and one unconfirmed debated sighting. The most recent report is from a 1998 expedition which saw a large nightjar foraging for insects at dusk in Rivière Ni Valley. This suggests that the species may still survive in small numbers, but the total population is likely very small and declining.

The Australian Owlet-nightjar (Aegotheles cristatus) is also known as the “Moth Owl”.

The Australian Owlet-nightjar will frequently add Eucalyptus leaves to its nest. It is thought that this may be done as a form of natural insecticide, to keep biting insects away from the eggs and chicks.

[noirbriar]

What if/ headcanon things

Been running around The Hobbit/LOTR tags for awhile so i'm still learning lore and things. Recently gotten hooked to The Silmarillion side and after thinking about Gondolin Erestor, random thoughts of Feanorian Erestor/ Erestor Caranthirion got me thinking so what ifs: 1) Fili and Kili actually met Maglor and saves him from fading/despair on one of their work trips.Until Erestor, on one of his trips to seek out Elrond's father, finally locates Maglor with their help. Watch the drama unfold later in the Hobbit when Glorfindel&Erestor returns to Imladris to find the vegan feast and the chief councillor's surprise to find the young dwarrow he met are princes. They catch up and talks about Maglor until Erestor notices something off. Like,dear Valar, Lindir, is the kitchen slow today in bringing out the food, why is it all just salads? Quietly with a raised brow in wonder to dear Lord Elrond? They helped your Atya, why are we not being a better host? The rest of the company are now looking at Fili and Kili for answers, with the Great Stare from their uncle. Whereas Bilbo and Gandalf are on the side watching the drama. Glorfindel gets emotional seeing the swords from Gondolin, especially his dear friend's and King's.And the dwarrows are intrigue with the balrog slayer and his mate casually giving pleasantries in Kuzdul though with an old accent. will this change the hobbit's plot? maybe idk

small ficlet for this AU here

2) Elrond sails and upon arrival on the Western shores (after elf-napping his foster father) He is reunited with his parents & Celebrian and spots Maedhros and his brothers and Celebrimbor beyond the docks. Before he can even reach out to his other father, Carathir swoops in and is brokenly asking where is his "lil owlet". Elrond is confused until Maedhros wrangles his emotional brother and clarifies to the stunned group that he meant Erestor. "Oh?Erestor?He is staying for his belated honeymoon.He just bonded and-""WITH WHO??!THE TAPESTRY DIDN'T SHOW THAT!?" "Was a lil impromptu really. But they couldn't wait and Glorfindel-"LAUREFINDIL??" Caranthir and the rest of the Feanorians turn to Glorfindel's side of the family and both side stares.Until Carathir storms off to confirm the tapestries again.

Into the Fourth Age, when the couple finally arrives: Carathir: How could you get married without a family's blessing?! Erestor: Like I could?! Besides I had my cousin!*gestures to Elrond* and my uncle!*gestures to Maglor sneaking away* Carathir: WTF Erestor: Besides, YOU didn't marry with your family's blessing! everyone else:...

Ambarussa: he has a point brother

Carathir: *losing his mind*Laurefindil is too old for you!

Erestor: YOU were too old for amil!

Celegorm: oof

Carathir: *seething and struggling* I can't argue with that why can't I argue with that?? Maedhros: hello Laurefindil, welcome to the family. Glorfindel:...

Ecthelion and Egalmoth meanwhile are laughing their asses off. Elrond and his sons as well.

[fanby-fckry]

Wait… Wait hold on a sec.

Stolas is in his 30’s. Octavia is 17. The absolute oldest that Stolas could’ve been when she was born was 22.

It’s possible – even likely – that Stolas was a teen dad.

I knew he and Stella probably married young due to it being an arranged marriage, but holy shit, did Paimon just marry these two off as soon as they turned 18 – or maybe before then? – and tell them to start trying for an owlet ASAP?

I mean, his age is measured in “Hell years” according to the wiki, and I don’t have an exact frame of reference for how Hell years and Goetia ages compare to Earth years and human ages but still… Poor bird’s life is slightly more fucked up than I thought.

Also I know Charlie ages at about 1/10 the rate of a human, but I don’t think that applies to Stolas. We know that Blitzo was Stolas’s childhood friend and is now also in his 30’s – I think? – so we can assume imps and goetia age at a similar rate.

And I’ll be damned if Blitzo is chronologically older than Charlie.

[somepsychopomp]

if I dared to include Hermes in the nosferatu AU somehow, I feel like Athena would absolutely panic because Hermes' sacred animal is the hawk & some hawks do predate on owls

Athena herself isn't afraid of Hermes, but she'd absolutely accuse the trickster god of wanting to eat his distant descendant AKA her new adopted owlet (even tho Athena lowkey wanted to eat Odysseus herself when they first met. I guess it takes one to know one)

I feel like Hermes should either absolutely want to eat Odysseus & try to deceive her about it, or he should be lowkey normal compared to the other monstrous gods in this AU and stay more or less himself

So if Poseidon is an undead monster like Orlok, and Athena is a giant owl monster like Wan Shi Tong, maybe Hermes should resemble a biblical angle and just have tons of hawk wings coming off his body? Idk maybe it could feed into his iconography as a messenger god?

Alternatively, think of the body horror potential where instead of eyes he could have a set of wings protruding from his sockets... oh the nightmares he'd give poor young Odysseus....

[one-helluva-happy-family]

⭐️ Little!Octavia/Via Notes ⭐️

TW: Trauma, mention of past abuse

⭐️ Regressed age range: 1-6. Mostly regresses around 3-6, but can regress as young as 1-2 when she's sick or having a bad mental health day.

⭐️ Via likes some of the same stuff that Loona does (The Nightmare Before Christmas, Mona the Vampire, Vampirina, Monster High, The Owl House, and Blue's Clues), but she does have her own favorites. The owlet enjoys watching Moon and Me, Bluey, Eureeka's Castle, Onegai My Melody, Johnny and the Sprites, We're Lalaloopsy, Enchantimals, Gravity Falls, Dead End: Paranormal Park, Invader Zim, Adventure Time, Courage the Cowardly Dog, and Coraline. The six latter pieces of media are saved for when Via's in her older headspace (7-8) or when she's big. She gets nightmares easily from them when her mindset is younger.

⭐️ Via enjoys shows based on music (Jack's Big Music Show, Johnny and the Sprites, Fraggle Rock, Muppets, Little Einsteins, The Wiggles, Bear in the Big Blue House).

⭐️ She is a PBS Kids fan and likes to watch the channel a lot.

⭐️ She likes doing everything with Loona, and the latter doesn't mind it. They sometimes squabble, but they overall get along well, like peanut butter and jelly. Their favorite things to do together are arts and crafts, playing music, (temporary) tattoo shop, playing pretend with toys, and nail salon. They also like to make blanket and couch forts.

⭐️ Via has trauma from Stella's past neglect and abuse. She also struggles with nightmares and separation anxiety. Her dads and big sister are there to comfort her and reassure her that she is never going to be abandoned.

⭐️ Via likes to make a nest in her bed. It helps her fall asleep when she has her afternoon nap and during bedtime.

⭐️ Via loves a soothing sleeptime routine: warm bath, fresh pajamas, warm milk, one or two bedtime stories, lullabies, her bed nest.

⭐️ Via is a book nerd like Stolas /pos

⭐️ Via is cautious and shy while Loona is hyper and adventurous. The owlet sometimes hides behind Stolas or Loona.

⭐️ She is an absolute cuddle bug! She gives the best hugs.

⭐️ She can play the guitar in her little headspace (5-6).

⭐️ She loves to help out in the palace greenhouse and garden with Stolas.

⭐️ She loves Skelanimals and Squishables. She has a collection of them.

⭐️ Via also has a huge collection of Lalaloopsy dolls (they remind her of Coraline) and Calico Critters. She likes to make up stories for them. She even gets Loona or their dads to join in on the fun!

⭐️ Via can't sleep without a nightlight. She's scared of the dark.

⭐️ She still has her purple blanket from when she was a nestling.

⭐️ While Loona prefers teethers and chewelry, Via uses pacifiers. The hellhound often decorates Via's soothers, and she loves them!

⭐️ Via wears Pull-Ups when she's little.