#More fills coming

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Hello hello! How are you? :3

I would like to ask how Valka and Stoick (separately) would get along with the reader (fem or gn), it may be before or after entering into a relationship with hiccup

Thank you so much! I like very much how you write <33

All The Ways I Could Have Known You (And Some Of The Ways I Didn’t)

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Three verses, six parents and their many varied opinions.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, GN!reader, unserious, distant/amiable!Valka, Standoffish!Stoick, unintentionally unkind, distantly supportive, multiple verses

Valka Haddock; Always the Angel, Never the God

Valka looked off to the side, where you had taken to sharpening a shard of wood to an extremely sharp point with a chip of a rock you had found lying around in her great sanctuary. She was grateful for the company, though at times it seemed as if you violently abhorred it.

Valka Haddock; Sorry, But I think I lost Your Plot (AU)

Valka sighed, leaning to the side against her dragon.

She stayed the proper distance away as she knew her son was unsure about her in turn, as a new stranger intruding in on his life. Valka had the small inkling that he didn’t quite yet believe that she was his mother. It was an outlandish thing to have happened so out of the blue.

She watched and observed, as her teen son frolicked with his dragon in the grass. You also watched from the other side, a distant and unsure speck to her eye. It looked as if you’d just settled down, finally with respite from your neverending list of chores and odd jobs.

It was sunny out. She wanted deeply to learn about her son and see what kind of person he had grown into in her absence. She supposed she learned a bit about your distant relationship to him as a result.

In truth, she didn’t have much of an opinion on you. She couldn’t say much on account of not having been there for most of Hiccup’s life. She didn’t know much about you or your character.

She did her best to be amiable, alongside grieving the fact that her son had grown so far apart from her.

Valka Haddock; Floret

She didn’t think much of you, think and swaddled in furs. Just that you were awfully frail and squirrlish at times. Your only interaction had been when you had knocked into each other once in town, and barely a word or a few had been spoken afterwards.

You were just a distant acquaintance of his at best, to her knowledge. Not too close, not someone she saw or would know deeply just from being around. She supposed it might benefit to be closer to her son, the kind soul he was, and the kind soul you seemed to be. She couldn’t be completely sure, as the opportunities to get to know you were sparse if not barely there at the best of times. The two of you were both loners, though she was beginning to assimilate again as an outlying member of the community.

She hadn’t known when you passed, the news coming from her son himself a long while after, when it seemed he had gathered his bearings enough to talk about it, vaguely bringing up your name while staring off with unseeing eyes over a wide field of pansies.

Valka stared out over the grasses with him, wondering what she had missed.

Stoick The Vast; Sorry, But I Think I Lost Your Plot

Stoick clapped Hiccup on the back, catching him quickly just before he was able to flee, face red and you half walked half stumble-ran your way down the hill to their house.

He didn’t know as much about his son as he would have liked, as he realized, so his fancy for you was not necessarily surprising, but it was also something he very much didn’t expect. 

His son liked someone. And that was a good thing. It was something good to know.

He remembered his days from when he was younger, chasing skirts. And then pants, pants. Whichever term was more appropriately fitting. Hiccup’s mother was an odd one, that woman. But she was very much dear to his heart.

Come to speak of it, you wore pants… Hiccup took after his father. Stoick decided that he would take pride in that.

Stoick The Vast; Always the Angel, Never the God

 He was worried you were a bad influence on his son. He held not much besides apathy and a silent, barely-there disapproval. You were a lot like Hiccup, after all.

You had always been nothing more than a distant, rarely mentioned name slightly before and since Toothless, though not because of a lack of care on Hiccup’s part. Stoick regretted that they had never spoken as much as he should have facilitated. Even after they had come to speaking terms, Hiccup hadn’t shared much of his private life. He couldn’t help but think that the last bit was partially his fault.

You knew much more about him than he knew about you.

When you disappeared, he didn’t notice, your identity and life on Berk was lost somewhere in between brief mentions by Hiccup and lonely, empty, cloudy skies.

Stoick The Vast; Floret

Stoick sat on his chair, a large wooden and respectable thing, sitting by the remains of a once burning fire. He spent times like this deep in though, planning for the village and preparing himself for the hardships ahead. Sometimes, he thought about his son, and about the lives of other people.

Some of those people said he was standoffish and uncertain by both name and nature, be it to friend or foe. Those who actually knew him knew that was untrue. He was reasonable to a point, as all people are. 

However, both reason and distrust can only be truly applied to familiar things, and you were nothing if not unfamiliar. 

Nobody wanted to get close to you. Stoick didn’t hold such superstitions. As chief, he wasn’t in a place to. Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t hold to that kind of thing. You just weren’t a part of his circle, even peripherally.

He knew you as a friend of Hiccup’s, that was all. A part of his life that continued to go unnoticed even after Hiccup himself hadn’t, finally. You just were. So it was not out of any malicious intent that you were not one of the things he thought about. 

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

[ochibrochi]

how embarrassing 🤨…

[langernameohnebedeutung]

ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.

[caffichai]

Regular Abyssal Hunter downtime activities

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[sunnymainecoon]

No context :]

[the--nightcrawler]

On shore leave ✶⋆.˚ Part 1 ♡ Part 2, Part 3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hey guys it's silver vanrouge from the hit disney mobile game twisted wonderland

Comes in three variants: Blonde and Obsessive, Silver but Blonde, and Original who was originally blonde✨

[mabbbish]

wonderful day to remember ninjago has a canon highschool au

[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

when "sbitilyp" ends will you stop taking requests for the series? also, do you have any other series you're planning on writing after sbitilyp ends? i love your work :)

i can't guarantee a new fill for sbitilyp but will see what i can do

edit: i am closing sbitilyp asks

here are some others i am writing currently:

Castoff - One, Two, Three, Four

Hiccup x Reader, Ongoing

The gentle brush of fingertips as they slip apart, the pounding of blood as his heart falls out of your grasp. Those are feelings you are familiar with. Your relationship is one made up of meanings searched for where they are not, a deep care uprooted by a raging current and a single, meaningful mistake.

The Jealous One - One, Two, Three

Hiccup x Reader, Ongoing

An old friend starts to act odd. Snotlout is slightly less so.

[maddymoreau]

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

[hitwiththetmnt]

Sweet Dreams P1, P2

@butterfilledpockets ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT I HAVE MORE IDEAS, I will take care of the B.E.N.T babies while you’re away

Don Bot dreams

[donttellunclesam]

new holiday pfp!!

[collophora]

TBB cadets ideas