#different kind of training

[nidonemo]

The German shepherd's ear perked when the sound of muffled music could be heard emanating from upstairs. Curious, he stood up and made his way to the source, he was far from surprised when the trail ended at the red fox's door, which just happened to be slightly ajar.

Rolling his eyes and taking a breath to prepare him for anything that may be on the other side, he gently pushed the door open.

Inside he saw the red fox himself wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses, heart-print boxers, and a graphic t-shirt reading "No Fox Given Today", holding a large flask from which he took generous swings from. The fox was dancing smoothly alongside a Growlithe, a Houndour, and Greavard who were grooving just as deeply, eyes closed and lost in the music with their trainer.

The German shepherd blinked, shrugged, and slowly shut the door behind him, as he headed back downstairs he mumbled to himself.

"Can't say he doesn't spend the time to bond with his team."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[thereweredragonshere]

Astrid whump

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PLEASEREER

:3

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 2x01 - Impact

[oiblackestsheep]

Tried to keep this one simple while also not just shamelessly pandering to the obvious stereotypes (although they are still funny). You get some interesting pairings of types when you try to think about it a little differently!

(PSA: Remember not to put any of the types into boxes even though I've just literally put them into boxes lmao)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

[toasts-httyd-hyperfixation]

Love that with the way its set up, Snotlout is anwhere from barely 3 to almost 5 years older than Hiccup

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[studysnorlax]

I was wondering bc it seems like all of rotomblr works in fields about pokemon

[quirinah]

i! ro! ha! (six years edition)

[veinsfullofstars]

💎 Shenanigans and storytelling! 💎

(ID: More Kirby series fanart of Shadow Kirby interacting with Daroach, with guest cameos by Adeleine, Ribbon, and Dark Meta Knight. Top right - Daroach and SK dashing away towards our left, each carrying a large sack of stolen Point Stars and laughing in mischievous glee. Middle left - Daroach darting forward and performing a Cross Claw attack, his glinting claws leaving white slash trails in an X shape in front of him. He peers up from under the brim of his hat with a cunning look as SK - wearing the Animal gear - deftly leaps up behind him with a playful roar, his own claws shining and raised to attack. Bottom right - the Wave 2 gang and SK all sitting around Daroach as he confidently regales them with tales of his life as a master thief, shown by speech bubbles displaying a rose, a dagger, a jewel, and a mask. On our right, Adeleine, SK, and Ribbon lean in with wide eyes and rapt attention, fully engrossed in the thief’s exciting stories. Meanwhile, sitting just behind him, DMK looks far less captivated, a brow cocked in skepticism behind his mask and a thought bubble with an eye-rolling face over his head, as if he knows just how tall these tales really are. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (you’re here!) | Compilation

Sketch started btw 12/23 - 06/24, render started 06/08/24, finished 06/24/24, updated fro color correction 11/02/24.

[justpeaxchy]

Omg so I’ve been following you for a teensy tiny bit, and while I enjoy everything you write, I’ve got to say that recent headcanons for Hiccup having a younger sister definitely takes the cake,

So, if you’re up to it, maybe some more on that? I don’t know exactly (SORRY), but maybe something angsty???

A/n: Don't worry! I enjoy every request I get, so I don't mind 🫶🏼! I don't do much angsty posts, so let's see how this goes!

Warnings: the aftermath of Stoick's death in Hiccup and reader's life, anger, denial, distancing. Basically, angsty stuff.

Notes: reader is 18 years old for this one, still younger than Hiccup, though!

'I'll Leave You Words'

To say that you both didn't expect for Stoick's death to happen was an understatement; You were unprepared for it. Even that couldn't describe the sudden event.

Hiccup was put in a place of defeating Drago and didn't have the proper amount of time to fully grieve his father, other than having the moment of sending him off in the ship that was used for his funeral.

You knew that, if you still felt the weight of everything that had happened, Hiccup was more than likely to be experiencing the same thing.

He was placed in the position of Chief without anymore preparation, and you watched as he took on the responsibilities that Stoick once carried.

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You hesitated to knock on the door that blocked you from seeing your older brother, hearing paper being constantly shuffled to and fro and the sound of his prosthetic repeatedly moving against the floor. 'Why can't you just knock?' You asked yourself, fighting back the arising apprehensiveness that tugged at the back of your mind.

Taking a deep breath in, you slowly raised your hand against the door, and after a moment, you firmly knocked on it, waiting for it to be opened. That, however, did not happen. Instead, you barely heard his voice from the other end: "..Come in."

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You could tell he was more distant than normal, a coping mechanism you noticed he used sometimes. It was shown in the way he often left Berk with Toothless, but it was quite obvious he couldn't particularly do that right now.

He wanted to show Berk that he wasn't the same 15 year old 'screw up', as he called it. You wanted to make him see that he was never truly a mistake, even when he made mistakes growing up.

He was on the edge of sinking into that mindset of thinking he was 'less than', and you weren't going to sit back and watch.

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He usually was the only to open the door whenever you knocked. You shook off that thought, though. Hesitantly stepping in his room, you briefly looked at the scattered parchment paper across his desk; it wasn't looking too good.

You wanted to help, help with the silent struggles he was going through, but you didn't know if he was open enough to accept that just yet. "Hey, uhm, can we talk, Hiccup..?" You began to lightly fidget with your hands, watching as he kept his back towards you. He did pause in his movements when he heard your question, slightly tilting his head in your direction for you to continue.

"Look... Hiccup, you need to allow yourself to grieve. There's... there's a time and place for it to end, yes, but I think you haven't even given yourself the opportunity to--"

"I have. You said it's what you think, correct?" He sighed, aimlessly moving the paper on his desk, "I'm fine. I already did that when we put him in that ship, remember?"

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It was evident that there was still parts of him that hadn't fully came to terms that Stoick was gone, and he needed the time to accept that.

But, in his mind, he already "grieved" over the loss of his father. So, he didn't see the reason for him to let out what he thought he already left behind at the ship.

He was focused on repairing Berk and taking care of a whole island of people now. It wasn't providing a great distraction for what he was truly feeling on the inside, though.

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"Hiccup. You're not weak or too emotional. We..lost our dad, not just the Chief." You narrowly seen his shoulders hunch at your statement, not ignorant at the sight of his hands clutching onto the desk. "If I'm still feeling this way, you need to let out whatever you're holding in too." You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly upset that your older brother was keeping these things to himself, slowly making it worse.

It was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, before you heard the small noise of a sniffle. You took a step forward, getting a glimpse of Hiccup wipe his eyes, "It's...a bit.. overwhelming..? Sometimes.." He mumbled, still not showing his face, causing you to come closer to him as he lowered his head.

Once you were able to actually see him, he looked exhausted. There were no words exchanged as you reached out for him, pulling him into a long hug while he slowly wrapped his own arms around you in return. "Dad is.. really gone, huh..?"

At his question, you were unable to respond. Instead, you held him tighter, feeling tears swell up in your own eyes. Your silence spoke louder than any words you might have uttered, and it made Hiccup give in.

Soon enough, Toothless watched with a saddened gaze as the brother and sister cried on each other's shoulders, not wanting to disturb them in any way.

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It took some time for him to heal from the sudden scar that was placed on him; that is, Stoick's death.

He was there when you felt overwhelmed by it all as well, and he wouldn't leave your side until he saw that you were truly okay.

He would let you cry for however long you needed to, telling you things like: "I'm here, it's okay" and "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Valka, Astrid, Gobber, and the rest of the gang were willing to help and be there for you both, but in Hiccup's eyes, you were the only one who knew what he was feeling. As his sister, you are the closest person he's had in his life, even when he thought of himself to be a failure in the past.

Overall, Hiccup was eventually able to think back on his father without having the same reaction he might've had before you started to confront him about the things he was keeping inside, and you both were able to stand back up - not only for yourselves, but for Berk.

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[tleeaves]

There are two wolves inside me. One wants to embrace a new hobby in dance so I can be active and feel elegant and graceful and strong. This wolf wants to try something new and exciting, finally indulging in something I've always had an interest in.

The other experiences such frustrating emotions on a near daily basis that I want to go back to boxing, which is arguably easier to break into since I've already done it before. This wolf doesn't think of elegance, she just wants to fuck shit up until her body's so overworked and warm it fogs up car windows without having to do anything but sit inside.

Which one do I fucking feed??

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[forbiddentaako]

more monochrome practice I suppose