#at least two characters are immediately on my shitlist

[chaosnebula]

I really hate characters who are assholes to AI or about an AI’s personhood.  He’s just a guy like everyone else and he saved your life.  And yet you’re still an asshole to him.

[mollysunder]

New Chembarons On the Way?

Isn't it interesting that Finn and Renni's symbols are straight-up excluded in this quick shot of the chembaron hall? Of all the chembaron symbols, Finn and Renni's are the least recognizable when you compare the promotional material to the show appearance.

From right to left I can find the Scrap Hackers run by Smeech, the big yordle, the Vyx, run by the blonde woman, and the Hush Company in the center run by the old man in the hat. The last two are supposed to be for the Sludgerunner and Slickjaw factions, which were led by Renni and Finn, respectively.

At first, I assumed that all the symbols were probably simplified to make them more readable on screen. But that didn't make sense because one, the first three chembaron symbols I mentioned still resemble their first iteration. And two, Finn's symbol has the simplest design, a capital letter 'F' that looks like a weapons holster. For Renni, if they wanted to simplify her symbol, you'd think they would keep the flame motif, but it's nowhere to be seen.

My next thought was that maybe the designers thought there were too many letter based symbols and tried to go for something different with Finn. I went through Finn's tattoos to see if maybe one was similar to the sigil on the far left. The best I could guess was that the knife and hammer that's on the back of his head MIGHT resemble it if you just focused on the outline of the tattoo creates.

But then I realized that didn't make sense eother because Finn's original faction symbol is still in the show! Finn had it engraved on his lighter and it was present when he tried to broker a deal with Sevika. Finn even had the lighter out during his failed assassination of Silco. So Finn's symbol still exists in the show, but just like Renni, it's not depicted with the rest of the chembarons.

My best guess is that these last symbols don't belong to either Renni or Finn, this is the show hinting at new chembarons for next season to take their place. If it's true, then that means that these symbols actually foreshadow the factions that will take their place. It makes sense, look at what's left after the finale. Finn's dead after a failed coup, either his own lieutenants will fight for power and change it in their image, or a smaller faction will seize the opportunity to absorb it. Renni's already going to be on Jinx's shitlist for trying to kill Silco, Jinx might not know now, but she always finds out. I can also see Renni trying to seek revenge against Jayce for her son's death in the immediate chaos of Jinx's rocket. There were witnesses there when Jayce raided the factory with Vi and the enforcers, and he's the chembaron with the highest visibility. Some workers could have escaped or even hid during it, and told her later who was responsible. Renni is more likely to end up getting killed by Jayce, Jinx, Viktor, or even Mel as tensions and paranoia soar, and leave her faction leaderless.

The one thing I confidently don't know is who those symbols actually belong to. I can't find any in-game or in-show reference for them so far, so maybe they're entirely new characters we get to see next season!

[notsosilentsister]

Anatomy of a Fall (Justine Triet, 2023)

I find myself wanting to talk about this film like the characters in it are real people, which can be the mark of a story that has accomplished its aims. So the question is, did she do it? What do I think, what are we supposed to think?

I think we're supposed to think it's ambiguous. The climax is all about the son making a choice - it's clearly not an easy one for him. He isn't just telling the truth. He's - if not inventing entirely - embellishing, at least. The testimony might not provide much admissible evidence, but emotionally, it's too neat of a resolution, fits too well with the lawyer's characterisation of the husband. So well that at first I thought, sure, this has to be true, how could a kid have come up with this? But of course this is the kid of two writers. He cannot know if his mother is innocent, but he decides to save her anyway.

Sandra herself doesn't agree with her lawyer's characterization of her husband. She tells him right in court, where others might hear, when that's the pillar of his defense, undermining her own best shot at being exculpated. (Are we supposed to think she is at a real risk of being found guilty? I don't know enough about French courts to evaluate that, but I would normally assume there's not much of a case, the accusation is based on too much conjecture. But that's not truly what's at stake here, isn't it, the real stakes are about losing her child's trust and love. The suspense of the court's verdict might be taking artistic licence to dramatize the suspense of the child's verdict.)

Sandra has enough of a self preservation instinct to lie about the bruise, but she hesitates to support the suicide theory. She still doesn't seem to be entirely on board even after she herself has disclosed her husband's first suicide attempt. She's muddling her own story, and it does seem like a mark of counter-productive honesty. It could be manipulation - maybe making her lawyer think she's innocent is just as, if not more, important to her as proving her innocence in court? But it does seem genuine to me. Sandra is presented as someone who almost can't help her honesty. She's straightforward, blunt, she won't smile at her husband's friends, when she's not feeling it, she's showing her true colours, even if it costs her.

I declared Sandra innocent in my mind pretty early in the proceedings, I just couldn't buy the motive. A fit of rage? I kinda never buy that as an explanation, killing seems often like a fairly drawn-out-affair, where you have to commit to see it through, and it certainly does seem so in the scenario presented, where she would have to lift his legs over the windowsill. Like, I could sometimes see someone inadvertently killing a victim they just intended to scare, because they misjudged their power, but it's also hard to see that as a strategy Sandra would use in this scenario. My guess is that fatal domestic violence (without financial motive) is usually either habitual intimidation with miscalculated impact, a honor killing, or the last resort of a cornered animal. And those other options also don't seem to fit Sandra, whose honor doesn't rely on controlling her husband and who always seems to have plenty of agency - if she's unhappy in her marriage, she speaks her mind, she takes a lover; if she's unhappy enough, why wouldn't she just get a divorce?

But isn't that just the textbook mistake? To believe that a strong woman like Sandra would not get trapped in an abusive relationship? (She always seems to have plenty of agency - except when he's ruining her interview with his awful music, and she can't just tell him to shut it off..). Because that husband sure is a piece of work. I'm immediately predisposed against him, before he's even shown on the scene, with his first aural emantion. I grieve for him, when I see the grief of his child. And then he's on my eternal shitlist again, when he accuses his wife of always forcing others to meet her on her own territory, when he's just roped her into moving to his home-town. Because he has to speak English with her instead of his native tongue French, when she doesn't get to speak her native tongue German to him either! The gall of it! Shit's so transparent, it's adding insult to injury.

So the husand certainly _tries_to trap her, in isolation, in guilt, but doesn't she see through it, when she reads him for filth in that climactic altercation? Shouldn't that be enough to break the spell? Would she have to resort to violence to escape?

For what it's worth, I think the laywer's theory is much more likely. Husband tries it, and fails, and sees that his guilt trips won't work on her much longer. He's the one who's cornered. And I wouldn't put it past him to pull a Gone Girl and choose his exit in a way that frames the wife he blames for all his miseries. Vindictive self-destruction. Also fits well with the injuries to his knuckles and the holes in the walls, for which we do, after all, see objective evidence. But maybe I would believe any theory presented by Swann Arlaud (who, since we're talking about imagining animals' heads on people's bodies, obviously looks like a stoat. A beautiful stoat. I've been keenly waiting for Sandra Hüller to say it in that last scene they have together, when she cradles his head and looks deep into his eyes. But this film is really all about witholding resolution.)

[writers-blogck]

A Pity Party for One ( Sugawara Koushi x Reader )

Warning(s): This includes a lot of cursing and alcohol use. Characters are assumed to be aged up to past the legal drinking age. Did I get the inspiration to write this after listening to Michael in the Bathroom for the tenth time in a row? The world may never know.

Title: A Pity Party for One Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 1,798

       Mascara? A mess.

       Drink? Empty.

       Mental State? Terrible.

       Hotel? Trivago.

       You tossed your red solo cup against the tiled wall of the bathtub that you had claimed as your current residency. Whose house was this anyway? You think the guy had a man bun but you could have been wrong. Everything was a blur other than the image of your boyfriend feeling up another girl. How could he just throw three years away, three goddamn years?! A choked sob slipped past your lips as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

       How had you gotten yourself in this situation? Here you were, in a stranger's empty tub having a mental breakdown. Converse sneakers and pastel pink dress bunched at your waist. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew that your makeup was a mess. It would only make sense with how much you had cried. You had no plan for what you should do. Everything just hurt and you were wishing you were home under your covers instead of this porcelain bed. All your tears had been shed and you were left with small whimpers and clenched fists.

       "Oh...I didn't know that anyone was in here. The door was unlocked and I was just planning on washing up a bit and-" A boy with light brown hair that seemed to be tinted with silver when it hit the light right walked in your hiding place. It wasn't like you had locked the door, you probably should have. You had simply slammed the door behind you and that had been enough notice for the people around you. How long had you been in here? Your phone had died an hour ago when you arrived at the party. You were just on life's shitlist today!

       "It is utter bullshit!" You huffed out, not seeming to care that this guy you had never met before just walked in the bathroom where you were hiding. It wasn't like you were using the restroom but you knew that you looked like a hot mess right now. Damn, you might not even look hot and instead just look like a mess. How was that fair? Groaning, you leaned your head back and hit it against the cold wall.

       "Whoa...You look like you have had better nights." The guy slowly walked in, shutting the door behind him. If you weren't drunk out of your mind and hurting like you never had before, then you might have been scared about being in this room with this guy alone. He could lock the door and then who knows what could happen. Still, that was the last thing on your mind.  

       The boy was wearing a dusty blue shirt with what looked to be khaki pants. Average, normal, safe. He didn't have any immediate red flags that you seemed to attract. Did you just give off the vibe of someone who could be walked over? God, maybe you were. How had you been so stupid for three years...This wasn't the first time. You had a suspicion but you didn't want it to be true. You had been with this boy since high school and the idea of having to live without him was terrifying. You had become dependent on him. God, what were you going to do? How were you going to get home?!

       Red sneakers moved closer and soon the boy who looked to be around your age was squatting next to the tub. His arms rested on the cool porcelain, something that had felt wonderful against your hot skin when you first got in. You couldn't help it, you got hot when you drank too much. Normally you would just sip on whatever you were having that night but once you saw your world crumbling in front of you, you decided it was time to just down the entire thing as fast as possible. The faster it got in you, the faster the hurt would go away. You hoped anyway...

       "I just want to go home!" You whimpered, hands gripping at the itchy fabric of your dress. He had been the one to suggest you wear it, he said that he liked how it 'hugged your curves'. So, being a nice girlfriend, you decided to wear it and what does he go and do?! Feel up some girl that you had never even seen before! Had you not been enough? How long had he been cheating on you? Was this the only girl or did he have multiple women he went to so he could get his rocks off? Your head was spinning with the alcohol affecting your system. You were drunk.

       "Okay," His voice was soft, like he was approaching an injured animal and didn't want to scare it off, "How did you get here? Can I go get someone for you or is there someone I can call?"

       Watery eyes met his warm ones and it was the first time you had made eye contact with this stranger. You wouldn't lie, he was very attractive. In that soft but strong way. The kind of soft where he wouldn't let anyone walk over him. You had thought that was you but you had three years of experience to prove otherwise. You must have been a pitiful sight to see if his expression was anything to go off of. Why did he care? It wasn't like either of you knew each other. You weren't used to people being nice just to be nice. Was he an angel? He sure looked like he could be one. You wondered what he looked like under his shirt with how it accentuated his muscles...Oh, God! Your cheeks only reddened even more at your thoughts. What kind of drunk were you?! You never would think that way...At least, you would never tell anyone you thought those things. Luckily you still had enough control of your lips to keep yourself from saying anything too embarrassing, for now.

       "My ride is out there with his hand under some other girl's shirt. Fuck, I have to go home with him. I live with him and I just saw him...." You buried your head in your knees, in a mix of wanting to hide your misery filled face and wanting the bright lights to just tone down for a bit. They seemed brighter than normal bathroom lights...What were you even talking about? It wasn't like every bathroom had the same lights. Even with your brain trying to distract you with these unusual thoughts, you couldn't get the image of your boyfriend out of your head. The two of you had even been talking about marriage recently. His mother seemed so happy with the two of you...What would she think if she knew what her son was really like?

       "Three years and this is how he treats me...I think I am just cursed with bad luck or something. God doesn't want me to have a good relationship. I've wasted three years with this guy and...."

       "Don't talk like that. Sometimes we have to go through tough times to get out on the other side. You know, you have to have rain to have a rainbow." The boy brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you were convinced that he was your guardian angel. Why else would he be this nice and so helpful to a drunk girl he didn't know, crying in the bathroom for who knows how long.

       Sugawara bit his bottom lip gently in thought, unsure of what he should do in this situation? He knew he was good at helping people (according to the team anyway), but he had never dealt with something like this before. He was glad he decided not to drink tonight or else he would be having a harder time with this. All he had to do was think clearly and he surely would come up with some plan, right?

       "Well...I can always drive you home or we could go find the people throwing the party. Asahi and Tanaka might be able to think of something. More likely Asahi since Tanaka might be a bottle in already..." He mumbled the last part mainly to himself but your ears perked up at the familiar name.

       "....Tanaka?" Your voice was quiet as you glanced up at the handsome boy, causing his heart to skip a beat. Why did people's eyes always look so pretty after they had cried? That wasn't fair. He wished he could help more but he simply nodded at your strange question.

       "I know him," You rubbed the back of your hand against your eyes, not even thinking about the black smudges that were only getting worse on your skin. You were disheveled with makeup smudged more than an abstract painting and a dress with a recent stain that Sugawara would assume was whatever you had in your plastic cup before it was empty. Yet, he couldn't help himself and thought you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. If he saw your ex.....He pushed those thoughts to the side. He could think of that in the future.

       "He is our friend...I mean, my friend...He is in some of the same classes as me."

       "Great!" Relief washed over the young boy as he realized that he wouldn't be left in the dark on what to do with the situation at hand. "How about we go and get you some water and then we go look for Tanaka? I'm sure we can find him, he lives here after all. We can get you feeling a bit better and then we can figure out what to do from there, okay?"

       "That sounds nice...I don't drink normally, I don't like it."

       "Don't worry. Once we get you some water and ibuprofen, then you will start feeling better. Who knows, I'm sure he has something to eat here. Nishinoya and Tanaka tend to keep the place stocked to the brim when it comes to parties. I bet they keep the pantry that filled even when they weren't planning a party. Those guys could eat an entire banquet themselves and still be ready for seconds."

       Sugawara smiled as he heard the soft sounds of your laugh echo in the small bathroom. He hoped he would be able to hear it more, even if only for a little bit. He may only know you for this day but he still wanted to see you smile. Tears and a frown didn't suit your beautiful face.

       As the man offered his hand, you had no idea that it would be the hand that you would be holding for years to come. It would be the hand that gave you what you always dreamed of - a wedding ring.

[swallowtail-jumper]

Temporary Shelter

Wordcount: 1177. | Warning: daddy kink joke. | Most of the characters alluded to in this piece are @dragontag420 ‘s. Chrysi is @actualmanedrasa ‘s and Cindrii is @frxemriss ‘s. Everyone else is mine

Coypu is carrying Morfinn when they finally come across the Plague territory that they’ve been  supposedly looking for. (It feels far too long for this to have been an immediate destination. Too much straggling, procrastination, and Pororoca trusts none of it.) Funnily enough, he and Morfinn are the only two to not be weighed down by the geography change. Pangari’s fighting some kind of disease. Froth has been much more snappish than usual. Pororoca’s been in Plague a couple times, but her body’s trying to fight off whatever new strains of disease have been released into the air. She can only imagine how Cindrii is doing- he’s content following along quietly. Something’s up with him, but they’ve been pushing forward too much, and Pororoca’s had no time to figure out what.

  Coypu seems fairly hesitant to actually enter the area that he’s proclaiming to be where they need to go, actually. More like, he’s trying to avoid anyone seeing them by slouching and attempting to blend into the foreground of low fences in front of them. Which isn’t working so well with the giggling toddler on his shoulders. At least she’s happy. Everyone else has been walking for hours. Their moods are permanently in the exhausted and soured section, on top of how they’re feeling as they acclimate to the very air around them. Pororoca is not a very patient person. She especially has no patience to wait as Coypu meanders his way in. Froth, who has been helping Pangari stay steady in their journey, beats Pororoca to the confrontation, however.

  “What are we waiting for?” Coypu offers a cheesy smile to the group. Morfinn blows a raspberry that turns into a spit bubble.

  “I’ve never actually gone in. Y’know, officially. Usually, I just sneak in.”

  “Great. I’m sure La Corona loves how you represent our kingdom. But get us in soon, or I’ll have her,” he jostles Pangari forward threateningly. “Sneeze on you.” The cheesy grin disappears from Coypu’s face and is replaced by a twisted grimace.

  “That’s just nasty.” But he gets them in, eventually leading them into what could be an office. There’s papers. And a desk. But the room is devoid of dragons- of either two legged or full draconic forms- besides them. They must now once again wait. Pororoca leans against one of the walls of the room, careful not to step on any papers that had scattered because of their entry.

  They do not wait long.

  A long man that looks shorter only as he passes by Coypu walks into the room. His hair is long; his clothes are black and yellow. He’s the sort that might be considered attractive if not for the frown on his face. Or if not for the nearly comical look of surprise he gets as he realizes that there’s six people watching him. His eyes then turn to Coypu, who now has a disgusting little smirk. It drips slime, metaphorically. It’s the kind of smirk that promises bad pick-up lines, and cheesy nicknames. Pororoca could punch Coypu in the face, grab Cindrii, and then run before anyone knew what had transpired.

  She forces herself to wait there with the group. For now.

  Coypu sleazes his way into invading the other man’s personal space. He’s practically draped over the poor guy, who tolerates it much better than he should, especially as Coypu speaks in gross pseudo-sexy nonsensical words. But the dude- Rah, as he’s “introduced”- leads them to his higher up to ask if she has a solution for sleeping arrangements or if they can camp here. Or, well, arrangements for most of them. Pororoca has the feeling Mr. Slimeball already has a place to sleep.

  They’re led to some giantess. She is at least eight feet tall. She must be. Pororoca, as a dragon of reasonable size, is ready to fight her. Her and her other large friend, who is not as large but close. (There’s another dragon a smidgen taller than Pororoca who escapes being on the shitlist)  But she’s in charge, apparently, and that wouldn’t be the best option. Also, she’s carrying a literal infant who doesn’t deserve that, so Pororoca cools her jets. Morfinn, who toddles her way over to check out the first person around her size, would babble-yell at her for slighting them if she did, anyway.

  The giantess grants them permission to stay. She mentions that most visitors that know people in the clan usually stay with an actual member of the clan. No one besides Coypu seems thrilled to go back into Rah’s hole of a room- no sexual innuendo intended- but they thank her for her advice anyway. She also gives them the option to chill with some others if they’re okay with being split up, but safety has made them paranoid. Luckily, she says they can stay in any of the large spaces inside the clans borders if they'd rather stay somewhere safer than staying outside the border.

  That offer they taker her up on.

  They’re about to split when someone runs up to them. This time, thankfully, she’s around Pororoca’s height and doesn’t make her have to crane her neck to be able to see her face.

  Coypu introduces her to them as Rah’s daughter. Rah turns to him, spluttering, cheeks darkening.

“She’s not my daughter!” (So Pororoca thought he said. He had an accent, and she was ready to settle down for the night. Everyone’s words were beginning to slur into one another.)

  “What?” Coypu looks at Rah first, then turns to the girl for confirmation. “Hm, are you guys sure?” She looks like she could have come from the two of them, her skin tone and hair color falling in their range. Plus, she has big ears much like the other two.

  “Positive. She was joking about you adopting her.”

  “I can’t believe you believed that.” She giggled. “It’s a little silly.”

  “It’s fine. I’ll still be here. You and your Pops will come around one day.” Now the girl and Coypu were both smiling, pushing the family resemblance thing a little further. Matching jokesters, great. Rah closed his eyes, clearly asking one of the deities for patience to continue around them.

  “Don’t call me ‘Pops’, and, Chrysi, don’t encourage him.” He might be begging the deities, now.

  “What about ‘Dad’?” Coypu starts it.

  “Ooh, or ‘Padre’?” But Chrysi continues.

  “’Father’?” Coypu.

  “’Daddy’?” Chrysi.

  “No, only I can call him that.” Coypu, to all their disgust. Pangari puts her hands over Morfinn’s ears. Morfinn, who is still entertained by the baby, is not too pleased at being restrained. But it’s for her own good, in the end. Pororoca does the same to Cindrii.

  Chrysi chokes on a cut-off laugh, turning away from the both of them but not actually leaving. Then Froth is asking for directions to where they can set up camp and blissfully helps them escape from the ‘family dynamics’ in front of them. Never before had any of them been so excited to go sleep on the ground.

[avannak]

I don't know if you've been asked this before or not, but I'm genuinely curious on your take if they had Camicazi play in the film/tv series instead of Astrid? I understand that Astrid is "based" off of Camicazi and switched with her story to adapt better to the film/tv franchise, but I wonder how things would have been different if they stuck to more of the books, if that makes sense. I just find your opinions/analysis very interesting.

OOOOOH MAN, YOU ASKED THE QUESTION.

Quick preface: Astrid is not Camicazi, or vise-versa. I don’t care what role they’re trying to fill. Both the characters and their part, are so, so different.

Another quick sidenote: Someone once asked about introducing Camicazi in the TV show, which I outlined an episode for.

Now, you’re asking if Camicazi were to replace Astrid, not exist alongside of her? That’s something I have not talked about, as all of my movie!Camicazi adaptions exist within HTTYD-movie canon. To be honest… as far as background goes, I don’t see an immediate difference:

Camicazi is still a Bog Burglar, from a different tribe, an allied tribe, also battling the War on Dragons.

Camicazi has a whole Bog Culture behind her (created along with @ch4rmsing)

Camicazi and Hiccup both knew each other as heirs, seeing each other at the yearly Thing, always hosted by a different tribe.

Camicazi was one of Hiccup’s first real “friends”. She, at least, respected him for who he was (or saw opportunity in what he was capable of), and they remained pen pals through the years.

Hiccup was Camicazi’s first kiss from a boy. That follows whether Astrid exists or not.

In the movie!canon timeline, Camicazi’s dragon is a Hobblegrunt… lest a Mood Dragon come to existance, which, in this non!Astrid one, maybe we can… and it’s name is Stormfly! YEAH!

So, should Astrid not exist…

Hiccup is still fighting the good fight to Fit In™, just sans the Crush. But we’ll say that when no one believes him about shooting down the Night Fury, that, after he drops his “I just want to be one of you guys” line to Gobber, and forlornly shoves his way back into the Haddock Houshold, he first writes Camicazi a letter (and uses pigeon messaging? Pre-terrormail) gushing about his victory because at least she’ll listen.

Hiccup has already started dragon-training, met Toothless, and has slowly begun to work on the tail-fin before Camicazi assaults him mid “See You Tomorrow” montage.

Turns out, his letter was inspiration enough to get her to commandeer a small ship and adventure her Tiny, Tangled way over to Hooligan territory (it didn’t hurt that Hiccup’s letter mentioned his father would be away). Camicazi wants in… on whatever nonsense Hiccup is starting now (also she has her own Coming-of-Age background nonsense she’s running away from)

Hiccup knows, in the back of his mind, that Camicazi was just looking for an excuse to break the rules a bit more. That was the basis of their friendship after all: he had an uncanny way of finding trouble and pissing people off, and Camicazi was all for getting them out of it. She loved the challenge. But he wants a human friend in on this. And he wants more people to know about Toothless the more he uncovers dragons.

Camicazi loves hiding away on Hooligan Island, harassing Hiccup where she can, learning about dragons, and aiding in the magic of flight/helping-Toothless. She doesn’t reveal herself to Berk. Not while Stoick’s away. It’s her escape time.

she also loves whispering into Hiccup’s ear how to handle his new popularity with his peers. She knows he loves it deep down; she also knows he feels false about it. She’s there to mediate.

When Stoick returns, she wants to go further with Toothless. Ultimately, Stoick will receive word from her mother that she’s missing and people will be on high alert. She wants one last Hurrah.

That’s when they discover the Queen.

They decide to bring it to Hiccup’s father first after a small argument over which tribe to inform first. Hiccup’s not alone in breaking this news; both heirs need to carry the burden of truth.

There is no Final Exam incident. It’s the witching hour and Stoick can barely contain his rage as Camicazi (the brat was on his island the whole time; Bertha’d never let him live it down!) practically shouts over his son’s mumbles absolute hearsay: Dragon Queens and taming Night Furies and generations of ideals wrong. But in the next instant his son is gone, a shadow in the sky that left him hoarse and looking like a lunatic.

A week later of his son missing and Stoick certain he’d gone mad, an envoy of the Bog Burglars arrive. Bertha’s furious, talking of her daughter and his son flying around on a Night Fury of all things.

Apparently their children had done a Truth Bomb on the Bog Burglars as well and demanded the two tribes meet lest they want to see their heirs again.

It isn’t until dusk that Hiccup and Camicazi and Toothless come to Berk, remaining high, and barely visible, where they’re safe. They address the parties, and explain what they’ve seen, what they’ve learned, hoping for cooperation.

It’s cooperation they’re given… up front. They’re careful play isn’t as well thought as as it seems, and the adults take matters into their own hands the following morning and steal away the Nightmare (meant to be slaughtered a week earlier) to find the nest.

Kids follow, asses are kicked, feet are lost, in the chaos Camicazi bonds with a Mood-dragon/Hobblegrunt and helps save Phlegma the fierce (a Bog defector that was on her mother’s Shitlist)

Hooligans and Bogs are forced to reconcile with dragons, with Camicazi and Hiccup colluding through Terrormail in the following five years

Their meetings get hotter, let me tell you

(tldr; adding an outside heir would be hella sweet js)

There’s a side thought that Hiccup won’t meet Camicazi until HTTYD3, which could involve Romans… as they truly met ;)

Even if Astrid exists, Hiccami could happen with the right spin (less so after HTTYD2)

Camiret can also be a thing

[azuresquirrel]

If you're still doing the meme, let's go with Hannibal and Undertale.

Hannibal if anything I think I’m more controversial for who I don’t hate than who I do (Freddie Lounds is amazing SUCK IT HATERS, and I remember the hate Alana got in season two while being stuck in a role that clearly didn’t do her any favors). Also when you buy into the concept of Hannibal as a show, the usual standards of “likeability” are basically out of the door (I’ve gone on record before that Hannibal himself IS my favorite character because he is just so fucking entertaining and fascinating to watch. In literally any other show his actions like “there’s nobody there, Will” and how he screwed Bella Crawford in season two would immediately rocket him onto my shitlist).

Eh, it’s a low-hanging-fruit, I know, but I gotta go with Mason Verger because pretty much every moment he’s onscreen manages to be horrifically uncomfortable until he finally bites it justifyingly in season three. I mean when HANNIBAL LECTER thinks you’re a bastard, hooof.

Hm. For Undertale that’s a whole different kettle of fish. I guess out of the “major” characters my least favorite would be . . . I don’t know, Asgore? Seems unfair as he has obviously the least screentime of the major players but he’s just really not as interesting to me as the other main characters, more important for his role in monster society than on his own merits, and when he’s included among the “friends” you have to save in the True Ending I was honestly like “when did he ever become friends with the human?” Yeah yeah, it’s the thematic significance with his connection to Asriel and Chara, whatever. What I find the most interesting about Asgore is his basically offscreen paternal relationship with Undyne, and like I said, it’s offscreen so there’s not as much to work with as the other characters.

CONTROVERSIAL ANSWER: I honestly find Muffet pretty fucking annoying for the simple fact that Alphys would have been able to actually save the world in the No Mercy Run if Muffet had fucking listened to her and not stayed in Hotland (Alphys was pretty much able to seal all routes available to the human and it’s only the fact that Muffet leaves her passage open that the human is able to reach Asgore’s castle). I REALIZE IT’S A TINY THING TO BE ANNOYED ABOUT BUT IT DOES ANNOY ME.