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howtodrawyourdragon · 3 months
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Whenever I see a post about Chief Hiccup (or watch Httyd 2, for that matter) I'm always reminded of how Stoick did not want his son to become chief the way he did.
Maybe it's because Stoick saw his reluctance to succeed him, maybe it's something Stoick went through himself when he became chief and he wanted to spare his son the pain, but he had a plan. He was going to retire. Step down and let Hiccup take over in his stead. That way, his father could ease him into this insanely big responsibility, could be there to guide him, help him with the tough stuff he knows Hiccup might have trouble with.
Except, then he dies at Drago's hands. And Hiccup ends up thrusted into a position a feared to be in. And yeah, he does it mostly alone, just as his father did before him, which is exactly what Stoick was hoping to avoid.
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nninoxasaur · 1 year
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THEM! i spent like a good few days trying to work out what the hell to do w these designs, I'm still not super solid on hiccups cape because colour theory is my long term rival so if u have any suggestions there lemme know
yeah other than that i love them and this fandom has a vice like grip on my brain its not funny anymore I feel so bad for my irl friends I wont shut up about them lmao
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puppetmaster13u · 28 days
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Prompt 267
Danny is rather incensed, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to Tucker and Sam. 
Not only are they children, again, despite being ready for freaking college (which he had worked so hard throughout the summer, what with his grades thanks to ghosts) literal hours before, but they’re also in a completely new place.
And now they’re toddlers! Toddlers! Two or three at most! It’s horrible, they’re all so tiny and clumsy and practically none of their powers work and-
Is that a dragon? 
There is now a dragon sniffing at them which is heavily concerning. Um, hey, please don’t eat them? Pretty please? They will growl and bite at you- oh Ancients that’s a lot of dragons. 
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echo-stimmingrose · 10 months
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So we don't actually know what year Percy was born (cause Rick did that on purpose) So let's say for this he is born around 2005.
Imagine tiny Percy growing up watching how to train your dragon.
His childhood crush was Astrid.
Also he's neurodivergent and us Neurospicy's have a tendency to base our personality on other people, including FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!
Perseus Jackson based his personality on (and got a lot of his wit from) Hiccup Horrendous Haddock |||
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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awii-lyn · 8 months
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Just another comic inspired from @dmoondream camp half-blood au. I'm truly fascinated with this au cz I'm slowly finishing the percy jackson saga (I'm on the fourth book, tee-hee)
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sboochi · 2 years
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They say three is the perfect number, so...
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Dwarf barbarian Merida
Elf monk Jack
Aasimar paladin Rapunzel
Elf-orc ranger Hiccup
(I'm just a casual fan of the dnd aesthetic so there might be inaccuracies, I apologize in advance to dnd experts 👉👈)
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msphagime · 5 months
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At this point, do I ship them because I like their dynamic... or do I ship them because I like cloak shenanigans?
Bonus random stuff:
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aldoodles · 2 years
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Ear piercin shenanigans
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shhhimnothereiswear · 21 days
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sometimes I get so bored I give myself hiccups on purpose because its fun
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As a companion to the other poll i made, for which is your Favorite Book
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spearxwind · 2 years
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Like. okay stay with me for a second yes this is gonna be another hyttd post
pov: you are me, a dragon obsessed 14 year old, super into the whole biology of them thing, and the first movie presents you with: hey, turns out all dragons are different body language wise and even though they all breathe fire all their fires are different etc, and they are portrayed as realistic animals theyre allowed to be weird etc etc etc and im like OH COOL!!!
and then the second movie rolls around and after you get past the initial ooahhh of stoic dying and whatever else happens youre like ok. I didnt learn a single thing about the dragons this time, even tho there were MORE dragons, and they retconned their older lore where the Red Death was holding them hostage to feed itself, so now another dragon we’ve never even heard of before for some reason controls them like theyre bees? And we just never learn how that works either. And furthermore, Valka has all this knowledge of dragons she never shares. you get to see it once or twice when she fucking pressure-point-knockouts a couple of them but you never get any honest to god info like you did in the training arena sections of the first film. But yeah whatwver anyways toothless becomes alpha inexplicably so they re-retcon their own lore in the same movie and youre like, ok i guess
and then the THIRD movie happens and its like. what the fuck? the problem is that there are too many dragons in berk, right? And yet theres barely any dragons in that movie at all. You dont see them act like animals theyre more like, smartass Entities (except for toothless who gets all of his braincells deleted in the favor of being Horny).
Barring everything obviously wrong with the sequels which both I and many others have endlessly harped on for ages already, on a more personal note it feels like the dragons stopped being part of the movies, so to speak. The plot somehow still revolves around them, but they are only important as set pieces. Like the bewilderbeest, or cloudjumper, or god forbid the funny venom guys from hidden world (and the one big horned dragon I guess). They stop being animals with high intellect and defined behaviors and personalities and just become Funny Alive Vehicle. The only ones who ever get development are toothless, kind of, and the main gang at the start of the second film (I think? Though I might be confusing said development with riders of berk. Ill stop here though I feel like im going insane. thanks for reading if you did. like and subscribe for more lukewarm takes)
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cappuccino-lovrr · 4 months
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Finally 2 weeks without school
The way you can just see where my patience endet completely and i just doodled some random things on this painting (4 hours for NOTHING exept some WHOLE DIFFERENT GREEN TONES)
(Help me i really REALYY dont like this drawing probably giving it to my mom for Christmas because i dont have money to buy presents xD)
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This is the picture from pinterest
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calamitys-child · 9 months
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Key to the ability to keep the heid especially in tourism and customer service especially this month is knowing that 1. For every customer calling me names or insulting my colleagues or being condescending there are a dozen shaking my hand and thanking us for being helpful and fun to talk to and being delighted to have had a fun holiday cause of what we do and 2. The more sneery or obnoxious a complaint the funnier it is to all of us once we close the bar and share a post-shift pint and chat
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keeps-ache · 5 months
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i don't know what it is but there are thoughts in my brain. more at 11- oh wait it's already 11.. uhh 12. maybe!
#just me hi#hello why am i talking about being wanting to able to sing through sneezes hfsjhbaj#i have not even thought about this for a full day but i wanna do it so bad man#what could it be practically applied to? uhhh the humor and lightened spirits of people around me#that's the best i got! the other is being slightly more annoying because it's still funny lmaoo#'but you hate sneezing' yes but also consider this#.............................#mmm it would be funny lol :>#/seriously though i think out of all the things human bodies do that i dislike/hate sneezing is in the top 5#somewhere below The Oozing but above Placebo#i hate listening to people sneeze. like you know when you hear people breathing too much or chewing too loud? it's so bad man fhvshf#'breathing too much' okay yeah that's one of the sentences i've typed this year HFbvshf#and people scratching themselves. oh my sstarssshfvsfvbbggg#it's Not the same as sneezing or breathing it's just Deeply uncomfortable lol#like please . take your skin elsewhere... thank you <333#and sneezing isn't even Nice !!#MAN. HICCUPS#i get hiccups so often it might be inhumane how often my body decides Okay. We're Feeling Antsy and just Goes to do it's thing#why are you even doing this dude ?? this is not helping our health as far as we know and also it doesn't even feel nice this Sucks fshvsh#but you know what. cheers to that i guess Lol#really why do hiccups feel so uncomfortable ? like my guy you are a Guest. sit down#anyway. apparently i have thoughts on sneezing .>.#//welp! back to baking cabbage water in my brain#it's turning out kind of nice! i thiiiink.. :>#when it turns brown i believe that means it's ripening. come back for more tips from keeps 👍
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arowrath · 5 months
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Fuck my stupid baka life
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ruinakete · 2 months
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♡ (if you're still taking them!)
WHAT WOULD OUR MUSES' CHILD BE LIKE?・accepting! ( cw for canon character / muse death or murder )
THEY WILL KNOW HIM AS THE WINGS OF GRIEF.
"oh? him? no, he isn't from the village. at least, not what I've been told. neither is he human, by his horns, but oh he's just a darling young man! criminally handsome, i say! when we met, he kissed the back of my hand and offered to walk me home. uh, though, he did mention it was because I looked too incompetent to guide myself... oh, don't worry, he isn't rude all the time. in fact, I'd say he's most peaceful when tending to the pegasi we have. I've only seen him smile around animals actually... he even offers to take up the guardpost nearby to ensure their safety." ━━━ VILLAGE STABLE MAID, about ???
IN-GAME PROFILE,
CLASS: Fell Child
VERSION: specializes in LANCES, emphasizing MAGIC growth and high SPEED, granting him, too, better physical stats than most of his alternate siblings; the ability to transform and utilize BREATH weapons is easy to unlock, too
DESCRIPTION.
the last son of Lord Sombron, Zephia's biological offspring though mothered, too, by her partner, Caeda. many confuse him for a dashing knight; a role he happily takes to heart, as it blankets the weight of being a Fell Child and the burden he carries. though charming, his sharp tongue and sly wit tend to lessen the volume of his sociability; unfortunate, since he is a loving friend once a bond is recognized by him and another. this flaw comes with a cost, as he turns to others to bear the weight of his problems on behalf of being unable to carry the expectation of his bloodline alone. it is the easiest to find him in the stables of a nearby village, brushing the wings of a pegasus or curling against it as it lays to rest. usually, that is where his mothers would find him, asleep in the stall of a pleased pegasus.
APPEARANCE,
as a child of Sombron, his strongest genes would be those of his biological father's. bone-white hair that is kept straight, reaching his mid-back, though he curls the frayed ends every morning as part of his beauty routine. of a lighter tone than Zephia, he matches her in eye color, however, only one of his irises bears the right tint. his left iris is blue with an opposing pink highlight, while his right iris is only blue. ever since he was a young kid, he liked to joke that his bare blue eye was his lucky sight, as it was the same color as Caeda's eyes. to Zephia's strangely happy realization, her son was also born with crescent horns, though his are smaller and a life-changing event of grief snapped both of his horns at the tips.
apparel is a factor of appearance he used both of his mothers as inspiration. as though he were a pegasus knight, the placement of his armor and low-cut skirt are worn similarly to Caeda's own attire. buckles and bands accessorize his thighs, over the bare skin until it reaches his knee and lower leg, which are clothed with padded socks. though, instead of boots, he sticks to low heels, with twin golden charms hung over his ankles. the cuts of his sleeves and the flowy fabric borrowed come from the image of Zephia. he would wear a cropped top if it wasn't exposing such a vulnerable body part.
the virtue of an angel atop a pegasus mirrors that of his image, because of the color scheme and the modesty in which he holds himself. beautifully charming, he is not above using his appearance to get his way. whether it be getting into the stables at night or coaxing a human into trusting him, deception has become a second skin to the light in which he appears to be.
PERSONALITY,
if one was to be poetic, then he is the wolf beneath sheepskin; the monster in a knight's armor. there is no doubt that he has the ability to be better than what his mother has made him, but the question is whether or not he chooses to. as a child, he was a curious little thing, babbling questions as Caeda fed him in her lap or laying his head on the page of Zephia's tome as she read. such curiosity has led him to expect a lot from the world, for it to please and amuse him for as long as he lives.
there is one thing that limits his inherited hunger for power; the memory of Caeda. as he grew from infant to toddler, from kid to pre-teen, she stayed at his side, teaching him the delicate strings of life and the differences between right and wrong. if hurting others was wrong, then the urges he felt were wrong, too. and he kept to that lesson, biting back his instincts and forming them into harmless, blunt words. if he could not be nice, then he should not speak. but, if Zephia said to, the world would not be nice to him all the time. so, when should he appease the hunger in his chest? at every offense of the world, or only to those who asked for it?
his mothers were opposites and, first, he bent to the gentle voice of Caeda's parenting. he idolized her for her courage and strength, her ability to love and be loved. she, in a way, was everything he hoped to be. but centuries bled into centuries and the strict fist of Zephia's parenting would take effect easily in the confusion of his morals. he would take his kindness and wield it until it grew jagged and benefited him in the long run. mother was right, always, and he owed all he was to her for continuing to have faith in him despite his constant failure to understand.
now, as a young adult, his charm and tongue have sharpened naturally; everywhere he walks is a curiosity he commits to memory. to have lost someone has made him appreciate the little things in life, often comparing them to his mothers' taste. he treats everyone he meets as a potential pawn, as a default, useful only in what they can give him. this does not mean they will earn his immediate annoyance; a good person helps others recognize themselves, even if done with a heartless hand. for his heart is shrouded, far beyond encasing in light. only near those he bonded with will ever understand the constant solemn manner in which he condemns himself to.
HOUSEHOLD DYNAMIC,
even before he was born, Zephia and Caeda were at odds with one another. though they would care for each other, well into the Mage Dragon's pregnancy, there was a gap between external and internal love. to Zephia, she was at the top of the hierarchy within the household, but to Caeda, there was no ranking. and, as such, an animosity was unfurled with the birth of their son. when Zephia would handle him, Caeda had reason to worry, as her murmurs of the Fell Church and the burden of heritage began to grow a paranoia within his mind.
the wedge became known, fully, when their son was a kid, hardly in his teenage years. it was obvious that, beneath Caeda's gentle hand, he would never grasp a mastery over recognizing and controlling the hunger blossoming in his chest; only a dragon could teach a dragon how to bear his teeth. and Zephia wished to do just that, promising to deal a heavy hand against their son to show him the dangers of not controlling the weapon he could be.
as noble as her motherly heart, Caeda, dearest Caeda, rose to stop her lover's teaching. and that, in the common area of their home, was where Zephia's patience thinned and Caeda's life was torn from her body. when Mage Dragon left to find her kin, Fell Dragon found the limp body of his mother; his idol. the sorrow was immediate, mixing horribly with the confusion of losing another. this grief would only be recognized a century later, as a teenager, when their son helped a village girl mourn the death of her mother. but then, as a child, clutching onto the stained fabric of his mother's dress, he had only the time to hear Caeda's raspy final wish before an aching pain struck his heart. the day he transformed for the first time was the day he lost both his mother and home forever.
and, without his only familial support, he had to brave Zephia's obligation alone. he kept Caeda in memory for centuries, adopting many of her mannerisms into his speech and always carrying a handful of her ashes in the steel of his necklace, forged in secret by the blacksmith whom he owed. but, in his mother's words, Caeda had to die. it was inevitable. best it be at the hands of her wife and not another, right? right? because there could be no other reason for Zephia to strike her down that he could think of.
they loved each other. they loved him. he loved them. but where had it gone wrong?
QUOTES,
??? about CAEDA, present:
"... i missed her." instinctively, his hand rises to touch the necklace resting against his collarbone, as if to protect the ashes trapped within its steel. "my mother was the strongest person i knew. she... it's been years but, i can never give her my proper thanks for all she's done. watering the flowers near her burial is the least i can do."
??? about ZEPHIA, present:
"she is my mother, just as i am her son. by blood and oath." the words flow evenly, as though this is rehearsed. "i owe her my life, for birthing me and every year afterward. she and... she and my second mother were teaching me the importance of my choice and staying at her side is mine."
ZEPHIA about ???, present:
"my sweet boy," next comes a delighted hum, as though she holds the utmost pride in him, "he has grown well over the years. already he has nearly mastered his draconic form. even after... hmph. i simply hope to pull him from his late-night visits to the stables of the village down the mountain path. he sleeps there as though it is his den."
ZEPHIA about CAEDA, present:
"it was my mistake to fall in love with her." a long pause; her gaze falters and her hands tremble against each other. when she speaks again, it is quieter, as biting as it is regretful, "we are better off without her. she was not suited for the life of a fell child's parent... time would have killed her even if i had not."
CAEDA about ???, past:
"he may be a fell child but i will never let him feel as if that is all he can ever amount to—all he will ever be." she holds a single hand close to her heart. "as long as i draw breath, i will never let him think otherwise."
CAEDA about ZEPHIA, past:
"there is love in her heart, i know it." a warm smile, despite circumstances. despite the efforts she must go to in order to protect her child from grief. "it need only be drawn out."
CAEDA to ???, before death:
"when it's... when it's hard to be a good person, just remember that i l—love you."
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