#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!!

[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. 

[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 P̴̘̤̯͙͐̔̍͊̑̏́̌̇̎̓̀͘l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉â̸͐͑̌̿͛̽��y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ 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!

[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....

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Conversations with Jack Skellington

From Disney Dreamlight Valley

"How's the Halloween business going?"

JS: I've been ruminating on our traditional Halloween themes...scary skeletons, jack o' lanterns, tell me -- do you have a favorite?

"Skeletons."

JS: How delightful! Or are you flattering me? You don't need to do that, you know. But I do love a good bone rattle. And no one can grin like a skeleton can.

"What are you up to?"

JS: I am practicing my Shakespeare. Would you like to hear a bit?

'Sure!"

JS: 'I recite chilling lines from various plays. Ahem -- let me begin... 'I could a tale unfold whose lightest word, Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine!"

"Keep going!"

JS: 'Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard leg and owlet's wing!"

"More!"

JS: 'Deep night, dark night, and the silent of the night, the time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, and spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves!"

"I love it"

JS: And now I shall customize one for our dear Valley... 'Alas, poor Mickey! I knew him: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Alas! Alas!

'That was wonderful!"

JS: Thank you! You were a lovely audience.

JS: Would you like to join me in some screaming practice?

"Let's do it."

JS: Marvelous! Now we'll start easy. A basic yelp.

"Yip!"

JS: Close! But that's a yip, not a yelp. Try another scream, but longer this time.

"AhhhhHHHHHH"

JS: Oh, I like the ululation - a terrifying touch! Now higher! A proper curdling scream!

JS: That sent shivers down my spine - exquisitely done!

JS: Have you ever felt stuck wearily in the same routine? Where everything seems dull and repetitive? What do you do?

"I change things up!"

JS: Of course! Sometimes you need something new, don't you? To give you novel ideas and a fresh perspective! Though.. Ah... it is good to be prudent about what new things you take on.

"You seem preoccupied."

JS: Friend, I'm sure you've heard that I once tried my hand at running Christmas. Alas, it was quite the disaster. I made so many mistakes, but I'm wondering if there was one fundamental flaw...A central confusion. A core to all the calamity.

"Maybe you let your excitement run away from you."

JS: I certainly did. Enthusiasm is quite powerful. And usually it's good! It animates my frights! Keeps me inspired. But it can sometimes... have a life of its own.

"Does that mean you've learned your lesson?"

JS: Of course. Hmm... but say I hadn't learned my lesson. Would that SCARE you?

"Yes!"

JS: Well then, perhaps...I've learned nothing at all. Ha-ha-ha!

"What are you up to, Jack?"

JS: I've been considering recruiting new fright-makers for Halloween. Do any of our Valley friends strike you as particularly scary?

"Definitely Ursula."

JS: A witch? That's perfect! And she had such a majestic presence. Oh... she'll likely want something in exchange for working with us.

"True, I guess you'd want someone who's in it for the joy of scaring people."

JS: Exactly!

"What's going on?"

JS: My search for new Halloween fright-makers continues! Do you have any suggestions for me?"

"Scar would be great."

"Penny for thoughts, Jack?"

JS: Now that has real potential to be terrifying! If only he weren't so cruel about it... Halloween is about scaring people, not hurting their feelings!

JS: I need your help thinking up some new ideas for Halloween. You know, fresh insights. Topical terrors. Contemporary creepiness.

"Vampires."

JS: You're right! Vampires have been experiencing a sort of renaissance. Which is charming, as many of them were around for the renaissance! But I do have colleagues back in Halloween Town who are vampires. SO I feel that territory is well-covered.

[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

[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.

[speedyz3]

I had to stop and check on the Great Horned owlets while I was out on Antelope island. They have gotten so big so fast. The two young ones were following their dad around looking for breakfast. It won’t be too long now when they will fly off and start their own families.

[hellaverseapocalypse]

And The Whirlwind is in the Tree

Striker's Story - A Helluva AU

Pairing: Striker and OC Amelda(adoptive father/daughter relationship) Warnings: angst, whump, hurt-comfort, injury, blood, harsh language, death, gore, killing in self-defense, graphic depictions of violence. Summary: Striker is once again tested by fate, and with it, comes a terrible loss. Who is ready for Striker's Joel scene? This bit was a blast to write and I hope you enjoy it. Also, TW for character death.

Read on ao3 - 1.5k words

Striker has no idea how long he's been in Wrath, time seemed to be a blur.

All he could think about was to get Amelda back.

The information Blitz gave him was vast.

The cult is surprisingly bigger than he thought; he grinds his teeth, wishing Blitz didn't keep the whole spy thing a secret. 

After two hours of travel, he finally made camp and rested with Bombproof, his eyes watching the flames.

How the hell did this happen?

How did Amelda worm her way into his heart?

Is it because she's a hybrid like him?

Even though Imps and Hellhounds are at the bottom of the caste system, hybrids were even lower.

Hell, they aren't even considered living things or even servants like imps. 

They were just dirt. 

He couldn't even imagine what they would do to a Goetia half-ling. 

Was it something else? Some other instinct?

He hasn't felt that since...

Striker shook his head.

No, not getting into that.

It's best to let sleeping ghosts lie. 

He sighed as he turned over to get some sleep. 

He did not have good dreams. 

666

It was another day to travel when he saw another camp. He stopped several feet away, walking nearby to listen.

“You think this one will work?” he heard someone say.

“Pfft who cares.” a nasally voice said, “Those idiots think that doing this stupid shit will save them. News flash, it wont!”

Striker then hears the man snort.

“Besides, I think Gareth is gonna keep this one.” he said, “You know he likes them young.”

That.Was.It.

With a roar, Striker attacked them, striking one imp with blessed knuckles, making him scream in pain. The other was about to reach for his gun, but Striker stopped him with a precisely thrown knife to the throat. The Imp gurgled on his own blood while the other howled in pain. 

Striker snarled as he grabbed the howling Imp and made him sit up. The part where he slugged him looked awful, it was as though his skin was melting.

“Where is Gareth?” Striker yelled, “Where did he take the kid?”

“Fuck you!”

The imp howled as Striker drove his other knife into his knee. He grabbed the imps hair and pulled it, making them face each other. 

“Look here, partner.” Striker said, “I got nothing but patience right now, and I know every way to make you scream.”

He pulls his knife from his prisoner's knee, making him keen in pain. He holds it to his face, grinning maniacally at the other Imps' terrified look. 

“So, where should we start, fingers or toes?”

666

The guy lasted 3 minutes of torture, but he spilled everything to Striker.

The location, how many were on guard duty and information about Gareth himself. 

He cringed when he said that Gareth likes young girls, but he never went near the farm community because he knows they will find him quickly. 

Amelda was also his type.

He urged Bombproof to go faster. There was no way in Hell that he was going to let that fuck touch her.

He stopped when he smelled burning smoke and looked up.

It was the cult encampment and it was covered in green flames. He could see other demons screaming and running around, trying to put out the fire. 

He then remembers teaching Amelda that sometimes a good distraction is needed to get the upper hand and fire is usually a sure one. 

Did she do this?

He snorts.

Attagirl. 

He dismounts from Bombproof and sneaks in quietly, trying to figure out where the owlet is. He passed by a few sinners and imps that were running trying to douse the flames. It's a good thing they were running away, it keeps him from being detected. 

He was thinking of going to a direction when he head a terrified screech, 

A familiar screech. 

He took off running in that direction, desperate to get there in time. 

“Sweet Satan, please let me get there in time!” he thought desperately.

He finally ran into the scene. 

Amelda was holding out a bloody knife while some other imp was holding a shotgun at her.

The hell he will!

Striker roared and tackled the Imp, fists flying before he could react. His mind whited out as he kept punching and punching; by the time he recovered his senses, the other Imp's face looked like ground meat. 

He looked up at Amelda who stared at him with wide eyes.

“Half-pint, listen, I-”

He then gets an armful of the terrified child, who started to sob into his neck. He holds her closely, nuzzling her feathers with a purr. 

He pulls back and gets a good look at her. 

She was covered in gore and splatter, like she was hacking at something.

“Sweetheart, what happened?”

“G-Gareth took me to a room and h-he...”

She bursts into sobs and holds him tighter.

“I hid and I-I grabbed his knife and I stabbed him.” she said, starting to hyperventilate, “I just wanted him to go away!”

Striker let out a deep breath and held Amelda close. Gareth is lucky he's dead cause he would have ripped his heart out with his teeth.

He was brought back to the present when he heard voices nearby. He picked up Amelda and quickly went to where he had left Bombproof. He got to his horse just when he heard someone yell.

“Intruders!”

Striker cursed under his breath as he hopped onto Bombproof and set off at top speed. The other demons started shooting at him and he noticed they were using blessed weapons.

“Gareth, you traitorous motherfucker.” he thought as he shot back. Amelda whimpered under him, terrified at the whizzing bullets. 

He then heard Bombproof whinny in pain, realizing they shot his horse. Hot rage burned in him as she kept shooting at the perpetrators. 

“Boy.” he said, clutching his reins, “I know it hurts, but you gotta go faster.”

The hell horse must have understood because he ran even faster, far away from their pursuers. 

666

It's been an hour since they outran their pursuers, Bombproof was walking slowly.

It was a few more feet when the horse finally collapsed.

Striker looked over his mount, noticing he was shot two more times.

There was nothing he could do. 

He sees Amelda sobbing as she petted the horse's head sadly. Striker swallowed his own tears as he hugged his horse's neck.

“You did good boy, you did so good.” he whispered, grateful that his beloved mount held out so long, that he got them both safe. 

They held onto Bombproof till his last breath.

666

They gave Bombproof a quick burial, just putting stones on top of him.

Striker took Amelda’s hand in his as they walked away, not wanting to see the buzzards tear him apart.

Amelda swayed a little, looking unsteady. He took her in his arms and carried her, hearing her soft cooing as she fell asleep. 

It was then he realized it. 

Amelda was his.

His kid.

His daughter.

His child.

Something he didn't think he would ever have again. 

He sighed as he saw the checkpoint for the portal to Lust. 

Yeah, she was his and he's never going to let anything happen to her again.

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Notes: First, I'm sorry, the horse had to go.

When i wrote this, which was last year, i knew i had to kill off Bombproof, which hurt like hell and made my co-writer Candy cry. Buts it's in every video game we have played, the horse dies. We really wanted to have a super SUPER emotional moment with Striker and losing his beloved horse will do that.

Again, I'm sorry.

Next chapter update will be on January 18.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

[greencheekconure27]

If I may?

round 1, match 5: henry lee vs banks of the ohio

examples & descriptions

henry lee

"getting blackmailed by a bird over killing your lover"

"believing him unfaithful, woman kills her lover"

hedy west, dick justice, betsey palmer & stephen poon (for the podcast "our fair city")

note: the sheila kay adams version was also submitted but i was unable to track it down on either spotify or youtube; if anyone has it and can add it in the reblogs that would be great

banks of the ohio

"yeah he killed her but he felt bad about after so :/"

pete seeger, doc watson & clarence ashley

[storydays]

LooLoo Land P1

(3rd POV; 12 years ago in Stolas' house)

"Mummy! Daddy!" cried a tearful, young voice. A young Stolas groggily opened his eyes hearing the voice. "Mm, Via's calling us, Stella." he mumbled sleepily. "You get up." groused Stella, taking more than her fair share of the blankets.

Stolas sighed, pinching between his beak. He quickly made his way towards the child's room. "Via, what troubles you, my owlet?" He asked worriedly, robe now wrapped around his body. "Daddy! Daddy, I had a dream," whimpered a small owlet demon with large eyes, hopping out of her blankets and running towards Stolas' outstretched arms. "A really bad dream."

"A nightmare." corrected Stolas, covering a yawn, wiping away a stray tear. "I was looking all over the palace and I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!" Via explained, wrapping her arms around her father's neck.

"There, there Via. It's okay, you're okay." he cooed, summoning his Grimoire to him magically. "When you're scared, , and you don't know where I am," He sat on Via's bed, cuddling his daughter close, "You must remember, no matter what happens to me, I will never be far from my special little Starfire."

(Flash forward to Today)

Via, now 17 years old jumped out of her sleep hearing a crash in the distance. Her red eyes glowed in annoyance as she groaned loudly hearing her parents scream at each other in the distance. "Can't beleive you slept with an imp in our bed!" "It was unexpected! I didn't have time to go to a motel." Stolas defended.

The owl demoness rolled her eyes as she plugged in her earbuds. "A motel?! Like a fucking plebeian?!" Stella asked in disbelief. Grabbing her phone, she scrolled through her music before picking a song and turning the volume up. "My world is burning down around me...." Via quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs, stepping over one of her father's beloved plants."

In the kitchen, Stella grabbed a imp servant and threw him at Stolas. "You want to fuck this one too?!" "No, of course not." Stolas waved his hands around.

"You are a goddamn embarrassment! I'm not spending another moment looking at your pathetic imp-sucking face!" Stella screamed before storming off. In the distance, Stella's rage and the crashing of more of her husband's plants gave Stolas a pretty good idea of what she was doing.

Stolas sighed deeply, white pupils briefly appearing as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Hearing movement behind him, he perked up seeing his teenager at the table with a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Octavia! Did you sleep well, my owlet?"

"Is that a serious question?" she asked sarcastically, her music blaring.

"Mmhm, what's that you're listening to?" Stolas asked, reaching into the fridge for a zebra meat. "This song is called, 'My World Is Burning Down Around Me.' It's by Fuck You, Dad." The Celestial Prince briefly deflated, thinking she was insulting him.

"It's a band." she clarified. "Oh, how charming." He chuckled nervously, before giving one of his plants the zebra meat. "So, you two done screaming for the day?" Octavia asked. "Um--" Stolas flinched hearing Stella's screams in the background.

"You know what I haven't done in a long, long time?" Stolas smiled brightly, "Taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell. Why don't we go to LooLoo Land?"

"I'm not 5 anymore." protested the angsty teenager.

But her father pressed on. "You were always so happy when I took you to LooLoo Land. What do you say we make it a day, just the two of us?"

"I'd rather kill myself." Octavia huffed. "There we go! Anything but staying in this house. Now I'll arrange our security." Stolas reached for his sunflower rotary phone. "Security for a theme park?" asked Octavia, raising an eyebrow.

"We're rich and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies." explained Stolas as he started to dial a number. "Our money, maybe." muttered the younger owl demoness.

"Speak for yourself, princess." Stolas scoffed. "I'm calling the only man who can fuck me!" he exclaimed happily, ignoring how Octavia jumped and recoiled in disgust.

"Whaaaaattttt?" she whispered.

"Protect me, us." He corrected. "Being apart of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know?" He laughed nervously.

Octavia groaned loudly, and pulled her beanie over her eyes.

*At IMP*

Blitzo was in his and (Y/N)'s shared office and playing with office supplies, he'd used to make miniature figures of Moxxie and Millie. "Oh Blitzo," he said in a falsetto country voice as Millie,"You're such a good boss."

"Yeah, I really want you sir." 'Moxxie' said, 'Millie' nodded. "Let's three-way." Blitzo agreed, reaching down into his pants, mini figurines still in hand, looking momentarily pleasured.

His eyes opened hearing his phone screaming at him. "Damn it, I really need to have (Y/N) show me how to put this on do not disturb." He muttered to himself, before answering his phone and screaming, "WHAT?" Blitzo put his feet up on his desk and started drinking his coffee.

"Why, hello, my big dicked Blitzy." replied Stolas in a sultry voice. Blitzo spit his coffee out at that statement and unfortunately, (Y/N) chose that moment to walk in, files on hand, and tablet hanging by his hip, eyes stuck on the files in hand.

Blitzo smiled sheepishly at the glare he was receiving. "I will learn to one day knock when this door when it's closed." (Y/N) sighed, and walked over to his desk to clean himself up.

Remembering what caused Blitzo to act like that, the red and white imp shouted into his phone at the same time as Octavia started screaming at her dad.

"What--"

"The--"

"Fuck--"

"Dad?!"

"Language, everyone!" scolded Stolas before turning to the phone again. "I have a special request~"

"Ugh, look I just had a chemical peel, so you'll have to find someone's else's face to plant that feathered ass." the red and white imp rolled his eyes. "It's for my daughter." replied the Goetia. "Ah, well, make sure she washes it." replied Blitzo as he put on a paper crown.

"No! No, no, no no," Stolas corrected quickly, "I'm taking my daughter to LooLoo Land and I was hoping you brave little imps would accompany us." "We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone is gonna die." Blitzo huffed, reaching in his pants for the Moxxie figure he had earlier.

"I'll pay youuuu...." Stolas said coyly, playing with the land line.

"Pay me what?" demanded Blitz, eyes narrowed.

"Moneyyyyy~~~~"

"Done!" exclaimed the excitable imp, slamming his phone down on the desk. He winced looking down, before looking at his nephew who raised his eyebrow. "Seriously? At this point, let's get you a flip phone because you can't seem to handle touch screens."

"No! Don't take away my Hellflix! What else will I do when I want to avoid doing work????" whined the older. "Not my problem, old man." "I'm only (mumbles) years older than you!" snapped Blitzo. "Oh, don't tell me you're getting senile already. Don't we have a job to do?" (Y/N) smirked at Blitzo's sending him a middle finger.

"Oh, yeah," sighed the older before pulling out a megaphone, "M&M, get in here, we're going to LooLoo Land!" he yelled.

"LooLoo Land?" asked Moxxie, as he opened the door.

"LooLoo Land!" Millie gasped as she smashed her head through the door window with a giant grin.

"Damn it, guys! Stop smashing shit 'cause I have to fucking replace everything, you fucks!" snapped (Y/N), tail flicking about in annoyance.

"LooLoo Land!" yelled Blitzo as he ignored (Y/N).

"Shut the fuck up!" (Y/N) and Loona yelled.

"Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"What do you want now?" sighed the exasperated young adult. "You'll be in charge of protecting the princess. So don't fuck up, mmkay?" Blitzo place his hands on his hip.

"Hey, it's not like I'm Moxxie, I can do my fucking job." (Y/N) rolled his eyes, playfully smirking at Moxxie as he bristled.

"Motherfu--"

*LooLoo Land*

Moxxie hopped out of the van and opened the door to reveal Stolas' four red eyes before he carefully climbed out of the van, with a gleeful grin. Octavia's sharp red eyes glowed in the dark of the van before she peered out of the van with a grimace.

Hearing the rumble of a engine, Octavia turned to see a (f/c) motorcycle pulling up a few parking spaces down from the van. The figure put the kickstand down and turned the engine off. "Hey, (Y/N)! There you are!" Blitzo waved.

The figure that Octavia now knows is (Y/N) watched as he took his helmet off and ruffle his hair in, at least to the Goetia princess, in slow motion. Octavia felt her cheeks flush seeing the handsome imp. "Octavia, dear, come along!" called Stolas, oblivious to his daughter's groan of annoyance.

"Don't worry, Princess, I don't want to be here either." (Y/N) said, suddenly appearing next to Octavia. The demoness jumped slightly, not hearing him approach. He chuckled to himself before lowering his shades slightly to wink. "But at least we can suffer together, huh?"

Octavia's cheeks flushed as she stuttered for a response, before she rushed off following after her father. "Now remember," Blitzo pointed an accusing finger at the tall bird demon, "This is work and work only. Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted needs, alright?"

"Hey, Dad, do we have to--" Octavia started to speak when Blitzo cut her off. "Okay, hold it right there, sweetie," turning back to the smiling Prince, he snarled, "If you try fucking my little red ass in that park, I swear to---" "You are so cute when you're serious." cooed Stolas, booping Blitzo on the nose.

"I'm literally going to be sick." deadpanned Octavia. "Oh crumbs, I knew today would be a lot." Moxxie panicked, pulling out different medicine, "What do you need? Antioxidants? Ibuprofen? Morphine?" smiled the white haired imp.

"It was figurative, old man." snapped Octavia rolling her eyes. "Oh, right." chuckled Moxxie, throwing away the needles to a nearby baby.

"Mox!" snapped (Y/N), carefully taking away the needles from the baby. The baby pouted at the older imp who chuckled before giving the baby a Popsicle from a nearby cart. "Aw, you're so sweet, thank you young man." cooed the mother. "Is there any way I can repay you?" she asked, attempting to be seductive.

(Y/N) laughed awkwardly. "Ah, ha, no ma'am. Just being nice." The imp mother tried to get a hold of the younger imp before he ducked her hands. "Gotta go, take care!" He quickly rushed away.

As the young imp rushed away, Moxxie muttered to Millie, "She said it was literal." Millie wasn't listening as she looked around excitedly. "Wow!! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot!" They watched as a letter from a ride sign crush an imp, Moxxie's eyes wide as Millie took her glasses off.

"It hasn't changed a bit..oh! Look, it's Big Woobly!" She shouted excitedly, pointing at a wonky looking dinosaur robot as it screeched in the air. "That is deeply upsetting." Moxxie grimaced.

"Oh, come on. It's fun! You've never been here?" she asked her husband. "No," he admitted, "Theme parks always disturbed me, especially the mascots." he shivered. "Well, hello there!" yelled out a goofy voice. Moxxie screamed in alarm and jumped into Millie's arms.

"I'm LooLoo, welcome to LooLoo Land, if y'all get hurt here, just try and sue us!"an messed up apple mascot yelled goofily. "Look, Via, it's LooLoo." Stolas said, excitedly. "I have a question." Octavia spoke up.

"Well, ask away little girly. Ahyuck, yuck, yuck." LooLoo chuckled, his left eye falling out from its socket. "Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer's far more popular LuLu World?" she asked with a smirk, watching as her father's face fell with dread at her question.

(Y/N) snorted into his hand from where he was standing behind Octavia. "No?" answered LooLoo hesitantly. "This place reeks of insecure corporate shame." The princess glared at the mascot.

Stolas chuckled nervously before pulling on Octavia's hand. "Why don't we check out the rides?"

"That chick's creepy." LooLoo said to Blitzo who shrugged. "Yeah, wait til her dad tries to diddle your holes." With that, he walked after the royals.

"What's that mean?" The apple asked the remaining imps. "Don't talk to me," hissed Moxxie, "I know you're a pervert under there." He grabbed Millie's hand and dragged her along after the others.

"Yeah...." sighed LooLoo before turning to a chuckling (Y/N). "Hey, man, I scared the little guy, where's my $20 bucks?" (Y/N) merely swung his gun on his pointer finger coyly, "What $20? You wanted to do me a favor right? What's a favor between friends?" He asked. "Mmhm, yeah, you're right. I wanted to do you a favor." LooLoo repeated in a daze.

"Too easy." (Y/N) chuckled to himself, before trailing after the rest of the group.

*End*

[fanthirtheen]

Here's a question concerning the mortality of demons in HelluvaVerse.

Stolas is 30-something. We could debate 30-what exactly, but I think his age in the flashback of The Circus is ambiguous enough that we don't need to know exactly. He's 30-something. That has to be incredibly young for a supposedly immortal race of demons.

And "Stolas the Owl Demon of Books, Poisons, and Prophecies" is not a 30-something year old concept.

Why would the Goetia, supposedly immortal race of demons, be so preoccupied with producing precautionary heirs so early in their supposedly immortal lives if there weren't a very real and normal chance that they'd die in a vaguely human-like time frame? Why has Stolas the Demon Prince been in Earth's demonology for so long?

(Maybe questioning the status of souls of creatures that live where human souls go when they die, which is inherently a vacuume of a conversation) but is there some level of reincarnation-style scenario going on with hellborn? Like, Stolas isn't the first Stolas. He isn't the first owl demon prince who's dominion is over poisons, prophecies, and knowledge. There have been other Stolas's, and when one dies another will eventually be born to take his place so that power is recycled. Or more directly, this is just straight up not his first life and previous Stolas's were just him. Like the Stolas from ancient human demonology books was just as nerdy and awkward as our Stolas because it was the same guy.

You could just say that previous depictions of him are from prophecies, that his existence was foretold, but where were his powers before he was hatched? His father? Unlikely his father held the grimoire and those duties for thousands(?) Of years before he was born, because then his father (or whichever of his ancestors were around with the grimoire longest) wouldn't just be more well known in those duties than some owlet that hasn't even been lain yet.

So if the Ars Goetia are potentially in some level of reincarnation deal, and Octavia as a precautionary heir is simply meant to hold the grimoire and its duties until Stolas reincarnated and grows old enough again when he dies, is that specifically an Ars Goetia thing? Like, above them in ranking are the Sins, which I am under the understanding are either confirmed to be or implied to be more actually immortal, like they have been around since the beginning of Hell, they were in Lucifer's circus at the beginning, and above them we get into the Morningstar family.

But below the Ars Goetia? Do other hellborn reincarnate? Like, the other demons of the rins die and then get shoved back into a new body with no memories, or do their "souls" burn up and spawn with each life? Because I refuse to entertain heaven/hell-ception.

*these thoughts were spawned from my wondering for some time about the whole "Stolas is only 30-something, why would he appear in demonology lore/manuscripts/whatever on Earth from hundreds of years ago?" And occasionally seeing someone pointing out that Stolas is "immortal" while Blitz is not. What if Stolas's "immortal" just means a higher resistance to damage (only hurt by blessed weapons) and a definite reincarnation cycle? He's only 30-something!

[somepsychopomp]

Nosferatu au Athena has got to hate Poseidon for being the reason her owlet doesn't sleep and eat as she should like how is he supposed to bring her the carcass of their enemies to feast on when he can barely stay awake

yeah it really doesn't make young Odysseus' life any easier when a giant owl monster starts trying to preen him and feed him raw meat.

It's kind of got sitcom energy tho bc imagine Athena being mad as hell that Poseidon is making her owlet so sickly and Poseidon being be mad that Athena is effectively cock blocking him 😂

Once I finish a few other side projects of mine, I really want to dive into the nosferatu AU with full force because there's tons of ideas I have or world building I want to iron out