#evilwriter37

[spacenintendogs]

Hiccup and Fishlegs geeking out over something together for the doodle requests?

nerds

#httyd #hiccup haddock #fishlegs ingerman #httyd fanart #🌹 art #doodle requests #evilwriter37 #thank u!!!! #this one didn't turn out exactly how i wanted but i hope it's ok!!!!! #the dragon eye tbh i like #had a screenshot & traced over it very sloppily bc it was just. easier #i had been tempted to just leave the png in there instead of drawing it at all but KFJSKDKS

[lifblogs]

We need Hunter getting mad at Crosshair for going along with Omega's plan. I beg of you.

Beg, and it shall be delivered! Look, I needed this so badly too, istg. Word Count: 870 READ ON AO3

The Empire was leaving Pabu, troopers going back to their gunships, the gunships returning to the attack cruiser.

That could only mean one thing.

Hunter’s heart leapt into his throat as he looked skyward, and he couldn’t breathe.

No, no…

Putting his helmet on, he and Batcher ran towards the village and their spiraling steps. He’d seen lights up there a moment ago, fighting. Was Crosshair okay?

Maybe everything’s fine.

In his gut he knew he was wrong.

Even though Hunter ran as fast as he could it was as if his body couldn’t move fast enough. He was in one of those nightmares where no matter how hard you tried to move, you barely could, and the pain descended upon you. Batcher raced beside him as if she knew that something was wrong, too.

Too much time passed between his crawl onto the beach and his ascent to Shep’s home.

Hunter wanted to lean against the door as he took his helmet off and caught his breath, the muscles in his legs and core burning. Batcher ran in, and nudged Wrecker, who was thankfully awake now.

Crosshair leaned against the wall, head down, body tense.

Omega was nowhere in sight.

Hunter refrained from grabbing Crosshair as he demanded, “Where’s Omega? What happened?”

Crosshair clenched his jaw, lips pulled into a thin line. It was impossible to not notice that his right hand was trembling.

Wrecker lifted his head, tears in his eyes, to tell Hunter, “She’s—she’s gone.”

Hunter’s helmet fell from his grasp, clattering against the floor.

His heart that had climbed into his throat seemed to drop into his feet, and he nearly collapsed. His world was spinning. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t even know what air was, what his lungs were for.

Batcher held him up by leaning her weight against his legs, and Crosshair had reached out a hand to grab him.

He met the sniper’s eyes, vision blurry, nose already stuffing up.

“Crosshair—“

“She decided to sacrifice herself, to be taken to save us. To save Pabu.”

If this were any other situation Hunter would be so proud of her. But this wasn’t any other situation.

The Empire had his daughter.

A tear fell and anger crowded his vision.

He shoved Crosshair, who didn’t even put up a fight. “You were supposed to protect her!” He shoved him again, Crosshair colliding with the wall, and before he knew what he was doing he threw a punch.

The pressure of his knuckles against Crosshair’s face hadn’t felt good enough, not as his vision seemed to go red, his heart pumping hard, blood rushing in his ears.

“You’re a traitor!” he cried. “You’re a filthy, stinkin’ traitor!”

Hunter tried to punch him again, and his fist was stopped by Wrecker.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down.”

Hunter struggled to get his fist out of his grip.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down while Omega is currently sitting in an Imperial ship heading to Tantiss?”

“It was her decision,” Wrecker argued. “I don’t like it either, but we have to respect that decision.”

Hunter was so tired, more tired than he should be. He knew Wrecker spoke sense, yet his hurt wanted to explode, to leave his body with violence.

Yet, the longer he stood there, panting, seeing the pain on their faces, the guilt on Crosshair’s, he knew they were right.

He stumbled back as Wrecker released his fist, having sensed the fight leaving him.

Hunter fell to his knees, Batcher letting out a sound between a moan and a whine as she nuzzled his face. Lost, Hunter wrapped an arm around her, and hid his face against her hide.

“Is there any way we can track her?” he asked, after a long moment of crushing silence.

Crosshair let out a hiss through his teeth, like he was truly in deep pain. “We tried. Omega’s comm was taken, and I… tried firing a tracker on the ship.” Hunter winced, bracing himself for what came next. “I missed.”

He bit his bottom lip, body tensing and shaking, trying to hold in his pain.

This wasn’t Crosshair’s fault.

“I’m sorry, Cross,” he murmured, eventually raising his head to try and meet his eyes. “I let my anger get the better of me. You’re my brother, and… I know how much you care for Omega.”

He just gave him a nod. A nod from Crosshair was the equivalent of forgiveness.

Hunter felt the pain inside condense into a tight, dense, black ball in his chest. It sent lightning shooting out from it, but now it was in check. His anger had a real target, a purpose.

This was the Empire’s fault.

They had chosen to do this to Omega. Crosshair wasn’t to blame. Omega wasn’t to blame.

He rose, against all odds, the pain condensing even more till it was like a star that sucked in everything around it. But it left him whole enough to lead.

He put a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, the other reaching up to Wrecker’s. Frantic determination ran through him, and as he met their gazes he saw their resolve (even with Crosshair’s trembling hand).

“We’re going to get her back. We’ll bring her home.”

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb #tbb spoilers #tbb fanfiction #angst #fanfiction #writing #my writing #ask #evilwriter37 #3x12 fix-it fic #fix-it fic

[ashleybenlove]

ASHLEY THIS IS KILLING ME. THIS IS TOO FUNNY.

[post in question]

Thank you!!! [bows]

#askbox #evilwriter37

[iswateredible]

Tell me everything. (In relation to your art of aged up Hiccup, Viggo, and Dagur.) Also, oh my god, I’m so excited for that art!

yesssss LETSGO!!

I'm rly excited to share it, cross your fingers for me when I go in w the colors lol!

I always wanted to write/draw more about how I imagine Hiccup would build relationships nd spend quality time with Dagur or Viggo (or both at once?) through things like drawing, documenting and studying dragons... in one of my old drafts Hiccup would be covering up/redoing a tattoo that Dagur had (the list of enemies if I recall correctly - and would change it into something more ornate and dragon related to symbolize him changing sides). I want so bad to just see them going on long travels together with their dragons, stopping on a remote island to camp overnight... falling asleep on the other's shoulder telling stories around the campfire...

I also had another thought that I thought you in particular or other pple in the fandom might be interested in - say at that point in the future Hiccup is the chief of Berk, Viggo is ruling the Berserker tribe and has married Heather (it goes well w the Skrill being bonded to him, ALSO YOU PEOPLE BROKE ME AND I SHIP THEM a little NOW), And Dagur is maybe ruling the Defenders with Mala? (altho to be real I don't really see what rtte writers were thinking, I just don't see them together, but for the sake of this scenario where everyone else has a wife/kids at home...)

And it would be like an annual conference, maintaining a peace treaty or something along those lines... would start off with all three of them meeting on Berk, catching up with one another over Mead in the mess hall... and before you know it they've gone on a several day long trip to visit the Edge, to spend some time reminiscing over the battles all of them fought with one another (and re-live that spark...). One thing leads to another and they're catching up on all the lost time physically. It's been so long, and Hiccup's bonds with the two have if anything deepened over the years, but living so far away from one another... so many different emotions wash over them at the catharsis of being together like this again.

Their wives don't have to know. Or maybe they do? Maybe they always knew.

#nsft #you can never be too safe I guess #not art #ask #art insp #evilwriter37 #rtte #httyd #hiccup #dagur #viggo #vigcup #dagcup #viggo/hiccup/dagur #vigdagcup #god one day we will streamline the tags and I won't have to tag a trillion things #pls let me know your thoughts or feel free to add on to what I wrote my brain is allover the place

[berksheep]

Do you get along with other farm animals?

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#berk sheep #httyd #httyd sheep #the sheep answers #evilwriter37

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Do you ever think of putting your meta/analysis on ao3? I just read your piece about Hiccup’s age when Valka is taken and it was wonderful. I wouldn’t want tumblr to lose it.

I hadn't thought of that before, actually. That's definitely an idea!

#asks #evilwriter37

[jackshiccup]

“Jack’s Patroclus serve” please Madeline Miller who…

madeline miller who 😭!!!!!!!! u get it...

for context @myfictionalfables, patroclus is a greek hero who wears achilles' armour (pretending to be achilles) during the trojan war and gets killed leading the battle

the wip name is so for funsies but it's literally just jack wearing hiccup's armour due to some convoluted plot in my head where he defies hiccup's orders, purposefully gets mistaken as hiccup, is then captured and gravely injured by the dragon hunters doing so ...... :)

#I WISH I HAD MY IPAD #it's so rough tho i wouldn't even want to show it .. but one of these days i'll finish it TRUST #ALSO NO ONE DIES #i couldn't do that to my glorbs #jackshiccup ask #wip game #dragonpeanut #evilwriter37 #myfictionalfables #INCLUDES HICCUPS HELMET BTW

[mistysblueboxstuff]

I finally finished season 2, and your blog was the first I went to! I’m always so excited to see your artwork. It’s beautiful!!!

thank you so much, that means a lot 😭❤️

#reply #evilwriter37

[lashlamb13]

Talking to @evilwriter37 and he informs me that he’s writing fluff:

Me: Ah so the fluff demons have possessed you again.

evilwriter37: Momentarily, yes

Me: Shall I go get the holy water and draw a pentagram or are you still good?

#lol #evilwriter37

[shipmistress9]

Ooh, I want to hear about your story Hiccstrid - Bonfire Hearts!

Ooohhh, I love Bonfire Hearts. 💜It's the picture book example of the writer being super excited for a story while the readers are kept waiting... 🤣

It's been... three or four years now since I came up with the idea, and within one week of a family vacation, I wrote out the entire outline of this 22-chapter story. It's a modern AU, a Soulmates/Soulbond/Soulmark AU. A Strangers-to-friends-to-lovers AU. Fluff and smut and feelz. Motorbikes, black leather, and tattoos.

Astrid is a journalist who made it her mission to expose Grimborn enterprise for all their crimes. For that, she has to work with Hiccup, a freelance photographer. At first, they don't get along at all but eventually become friends. They're both attracted to the other, but... well, it's complicated. 😌

Also, the system with the soul marks is a little more complicated, and I spent WAY too much time tinkering on it for a story that's officially currently on ice.

I just love the story to pieces!

The thing is, though, that I'm not sure anymore whether I really want to write it as a Hiccstrid story. I fell a bit out of my obsession for them, and even though I have 9 chapters already fully written out, I keep wondering whether it might be better, for me at least, to reuse the idea for a different ship. So far, I haven't found one where it really fits, though. (Or... maybe writing this summary just now gave me an idea??)

anyway... here's a snippet from one of the chapters I already wrote. 😊

Grimacing at the throbbing pain echoing through his entire body, Hiccup gingerly pressed the cool compression against the left side of his face. He didn’t remember all the punches that had hit him, but there’d clearly been at least one exceedingly hard one against his jay. His lip was split, and his eye was already swelling shut. In fact, he was pretty sure his entire body would be covered in bruises by the day after tomorrow at the latest. His ribs ached, his right thigh felt as if a horse had stepped on it, and his left knee… Well, that one hurt nearly every day, anyway. He just hoped a few days of rest would be enough to recover. And the sooner he could finally get some rest, the better.  If only the police officers would let him leave. Given the circumstances, Hiccup wasn’t charged with anything; his attackers only would have incriminated themselves if they’d pressed for it. So really, there was no sensible reason for them to keep him here. He wasn’t that badly injured that he couldn’t take an Uber to his flat, and in case he really had a concussion—which was the officer’s main reason for insisting on someone coming to pick him up—then he could still ask around for someone to aid him. Yeah, right…

Hiccup grimaced at his own thoughts, hissing as the compression touched his split lip. As if there was this wide array of friends and family around to support him in such a situation. But really, his condition wasn’t nearly as bad as this Officer Larson made it out to be. He wasn’t concerned, not really, was just covering his ass; Hiccup knew that all too well. But that didn’t make it any less frustration. Honestly, all he wanted now was to lie down, take some pain meds, and sleep. “Oh, wow, look at that one,” a man to his right chuckled under his breath. “Whoever she’s here to bail out, I’m kinda glad I’m not in their shoes.” Another man to his right joined in on the banter, his deep voice barely more than a low rumbling. “Oh, aye. She looks fine enough, but… poor bastard who’s the target of that anger.” Hiccup glanced up at their words, but instantly shrank down in his seat again in a fruitless attempt to hide when he spotted who they were talking about. The woman who’d entered the police station and was now angrily talking to the receptionist looked stunning as ever. She had her long golden hair bound in a loose braid and beneath a light jacket she seemed to still wear a pyjama. An enticing sight, indeed. But the scowl on her face and the anger in her piercing blue eyes made her more terrifying than appealing, and when she stomped in his direction—were those furry bunny slippers she was wearing?—he used his last seconds to reminisce about how spending the night here at the police station might have been the better choice after all. 

Thanks so much for this ask! 🥰

#ask #evilwriter37 #Hiccstrid #httyd #bonfire hearts #or... maybe? #it could also work for #Riorgail #fourth wing #the empyrean #🤔

[spacenintendogs]

Does the Screaming Death exist in Dragons Off the Coast? Is it mini too?

yes!!! he is in dragons off the coast!!!

and no, it isn't mini :)

#pls excuse this v quick sketch lol #but one of the things i'm v excited abt is large titan dragons/legendary dragons being their normal size they are in the canonverse!!!!! #big boi!!!! #httyd #dragons off the coast au #httyd modern au #hiccup haddock #toothless #screaming death #🌹 art #httyd fanart #evilwriter37 #thank u for asking!!!!!!! #rose answers

[lifblogs]

Pray for @evilwriter37. There’s nothing wrong with him, he just had to listen to my Bad Batch thirst comments for over an hour.

#evilwriter37 #star wars #the bad batch #tbb

[ashleybenlove]

Fishlegs, 8, 9, 21?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Honestly, I think a lot of the dislike Fishlegs gets is just disguised fatphobia.

(Which is why I'm so critical of buff Astrid as a concept. If she was actually buff in canon, I think people would hate her. It just rings false to me, and maybe that's on me and my low opinion of most people but...)

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Living in an apartment/house with him? Sure! He seems like he'd be a good roommate.

I have zero interest in sharing a bedroom with anyone, however. I need my space and I prefer having the ability to sleep in the middle of a bed.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Mintz-Plasse does a lot of fun squeaky noises as Fishlegs and I love those so

MUCH!!!!!!!

So, I like to have him do that.

I think I overly worry about sex positions with him because he's so much larger than the other characters I pair with him.

Character ask game

#askbox #evilwriter37 #fictional characters ask meme #how to train your dragon #fishlegs #nsft

[strawbearri-frog]

Oh, how about drawing Sylvae!

Hope I did her justice <3

[Image one: a realistic edit of a muscular Black woman from the waist up. She has an Afro and lots of jewelry. She is wearing a high fantasy style leather crop top and has large wings.

Image two: the same woman, now drawn in pencil from the collarbone up. The wings are stylized and curl around her face. End description.]

#asks #kye arts #image described #evilwriter37 #archer<3 #🍓

[ailesswhumptober]

Hello! I'm having a lapse in memory and can't recall if you said there would be an ao3 collection open for the event. If there is one, when does it open? Thank you!

We will be having an ao3 collection, yes! We're going to open it the day before October 1st

#evilwriter37 #mod radio #beep boop! you've got mail!

[howtodrawyourdragon]

I need to know how many bingo cards you have! So many! I hope they’re fun! They look like a good time. (Says the man who has 5.)

18. 🙂

#fortunately they ARE fun #i can give you the whole list if you want #asks #evilwriter37