#eret imagine

[apollos-boyfriend]

fundy getting every member of the eggpire right but also adding purpled..... doing things to me........

[headfullof-ideas]

A few more Storyboards. Full disclosure, I don’t have a scene planned for the first one. I don’t even know what’s happening in it. I just know I want to find a way to make Scarl and Abel interact because it would be really funny to me if they did because of their individual personalities, and because I know Scarl’s the type of person who would just scoop Abel up and book it in the face of imminent danger, and Abel’s the type of guy who would freak out because he’s not used to someone being able to do that so easily. Think big-dog-getting-picked-up level of confusion and bewilderment. And also I want my oc’s to interact with each other, sue me

[creampuffx14]

Imagine : kissing Eret

[bluejulius]

the moment he won a bet

[quackity1999]

[ OOC: ok last OOC note for a bit i think. i will politely remind that i don't ship q on this blog. PRETTY PLEEEASE read my original pinned for the reasonings as to why :3

but i also wanna clarify that the whole q & eret "arc" is entirely platonic due to the above. plus i believe its 100% more fascinating than just. repeating history 😎😎💪

all pre-existing relations are still canon. but q is still healing from karlnapity wounds that man doesnt fuckin Care for love anymore /lh ]

[coldsummernight]

Eret but more silly.

Versions below

I think Eret would be really good at the nae nae for some reason.

It does look kinda unfinished because it is, but I'm tired,, so ., , toodles.

[eretxskullcrusher]

Here they are,just as promised! My first two Httyd characters as dragons!

The first had to be Eret (of course) and the second one is Valka ( I actually didn't knew who else to draw and I was like.."oh,umm I guess I'll try Valka..?")

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

Httyd yaoi goes kinda hard actually wait

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

hot take before I have a nap bc I’m sick but like. i do like the time loop finale idea but everyone saying it’d be “better” than the finale we got have no idea what they’re talking about because the shitty finale we got both Was A Part Of The Time Loop like the ending was showing the time loop genuinely i think people saying this don’t remember the finale bc it was very obviously A Part of this plan and also like. Would share the exact same issues with a time loop finale. Like, the finale way shitty unsatisfying and makes everything pointless because the time loop ending inherently fucks over c!Tommy's storyline and makes it bad like straight up. It just turns his and many other characters stories into pointless misery porn where they’ll never get a satisfying resolution and there’s literally no reason to be invested at all. The time loop finale straight up completely makes c!tommy's storyline just pointless and it makes many others too. It’s just the time loop would like, benefit literally anybody. The finale we got ruins Literally Every Storyline for No Reason, the time loop just ruins the Majority Of Storylines (because for basically everyone not involved with Dream XD lore, it renders their entire storyline literally completely pointless, like, none of it mattered and two years were wasted, y’all are overestimating how many characters actually benefit from it most are fucked over by it hard) for A Genuinely Good Ending To A Few. the main strength is that they could fix it in the next season else like it’d virtually be the same as the amnesia ending BECAUSE IT IS THE AMNESIA ENDING like y’all are genuinely just dumb at this point bc the finale we got is a blatant setup towards the time loop thing. like again I like it way more than what we got but it still throws like at least a good 3/4ths of the cast under the bus lol.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

He wonders if, had he had a taste of friendship with all those things before returning to his reality, if he would feel quieter, and lonelier, and more sad, now that he wasn’t friends with them.

The answer is probably yes.

Wilbur tries not to think about this very often; it just makes him hungry for all the things he’ll never have. An insatiable hunger.

Wilbur wonders if Phil ever feels like this.

~~~

Finally, Wilbur settles on something, because he taps the screen once before lowering his hands, keeping hold of the phone and letting a song play from it.

Guitar. That’s what starts this song off.

Tommy tilts his head. He’s never heard this before. It’s a new song to him.

But it’s… pretty. As far as the first bit goes, at least; all gentle guitar and soft singing, all that. It sounds like something Ghostbur would like.

And then the chorus comes around, and Tommy’s eyes widen a little bit as the lyrics hit his ears.

“Jesus, my heart, your home. Jesus.”

Tommy flicks his gaze to Wilbur, inquisitive.

Wilbur gazes back, even and calm.

The song continues playing, and after a few seconds, Tommy turns his attention back to it. He’s paying more attention to the lyrics now.

“I will sing for you, all my days. Always quick to give you praise. When I was in sin, you saved my soul. No greater love will I ever know.”

“Do you go to church?” Tommy asks, because he couldn’t keep the question inside his chest any longer.

“No,” Wilbur answers, quick but sure. “Not really, no. I don’t even believe in most of the things this song talks about.”

“Oh. Then…” Tommy furrows his brow. “Then why do you listen to it?”

The song turns loud, strong guitar strums and almost yell-y singing, and Wilbur turns thoughtful, tilting his head ever so slightly as he looks off into the distance.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

The song keeps playing.

~~~

“You tried to revive Wilbur,” Ghostbur said, hoping that the king would understand what so few seemed to. “You tried to kill me."

~~~

Wilbur hums, and with a quick prayer to whoever is listening, Niki starts to drive.

~~~

Ranboo’s heart drops. Oh no.

“Hey, hey, um… W-Wilbur? What… what uh, what’s wrong?” Ranboo hurriedly kneels down, as close to Wilbur as he dares.

~~~

(Another one for heart because I wanted to share :)

No. Everything is warm and hazy, drifting in and out of focus with each beat of his heart—a heart which, as far as Wilbur can tell, is slow, lazy, irregular. Irregular. A wobbling spotlight that shines in the wrong places, doesn’t follow the cues.

~~~

“Hello!”

Wilbur blinks, peering up from his phone to see Ghostbur walking into the kitchen, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes. “Hey. I got, um…” He gestures vaguely to the island. “McDonald’s.”

“McDonald’s,” Ghostbur repeats, sounding inquisitive and amazed at the same time.

Wilbur blinks.

Ghostbur comes to a stop in front of the island, looking around at the paper bags filled with breakfast food. He blinks hard, as if trying to will away any leftover wisps of unconsciousness. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had McDonald’s.”

~~~

“You can sleep after this,” Tommy assures, hovering in case the cup spills from Ghostbur’s hands. “Just- make sure you drink enough, y’know. I don’t want you getting diehydrated or anything.”

Ghostbur doesn’t smile at Tommy’s joke, and Tommy suddenly feels lonely. Which is weird, because Ghostbur is right here. He’s not lonely.

His heart just gave a proper pang though, didn’t it?

“You’re not ever yourself after doctor visits,” Tommy says softly, watching as Ghostbur sips at the straw with nearly-closed eyes.

~~~

(Couldn’t find one for gentleness so I went with gentle instead!)

He hopes that his voice sounds gentle. He wonders if it’s possible to bend his voice in such a way that sounds gentle.

~~~

When they get inside, the song isn’t finished, so they stay in the living room and Ghostbur sways the both of them back and forth, back and forth, all the way until they finish na-na-na-na-ing. It doesn’t matter that they can’t see very well, with all the lights off; they know they’re both here. They can hear each other. Tommy can feel the soft wool of Ghostbur’s sweater sleeves.

They finish the last lyric, and for a few seconds, the whole house is quiet.

Ghostbur leans forward, pressing a kiss onto Tommy’s head. Tommy blinks as he pulls back.

Ghostbur smiles. “I think of you whenever I hear that song."

Tommy doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

As they both lay in bed, facing each other, Tommy moves a little closer than usual. Ghostbur keeps his eyes closed, but he rubs his thumb along Tommy’s arm until they both fall asleep, and that makes Tommy feel better.

When Tommy wakes up, the first thing he does is check to make sure Ghostbur’s still here. He is.

Ghostbur’s thumb is still resting against Tommy’s arm.

Tommy moves a little bit closer, and he falls back asleep.

~~~

“You could’ve been trying to pull a prank on me, or a joke.”

Wilbur’s heart twinges, just a bit. “I wouldn’t do that.”

Ghostbur says nothing.

“I’ll help you, alright?” Wilbur takes a step closer, water sloshing up his legs. “I’ll make sure nothing… bad happens, or anything.”

Ghostbur finally looks up, meeting Wilbur’s eyes. He looks skeptical.

Wilbur raises his brows. “Promise. Y’know, we’ll be like… we’ll be like brothers, right? This is the sort of thing brothers do!”

Ghostbur tilts his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps.”

“Look, I don’t wanna stay out here all day, man. Just try it. Look, you suck in a breath and hold it, so your body stays buoyant. See?” Wilbur breathes in to demonstrate, but Ghostbur wrinkles his nose.

“I know how to hold my breath.”

“Then do it, man! Come on!” Wilbur gestures at the water, grinning. “I’ll make sure you don’t sink. I’ll grab you if things go south, alright?”

Ghostbur looks at the water again, nodding after a few moments. “Okay.”

“It’s just fl-“ Wilbur cuts himself off, eyes widening with surprise as Ghostbur lowers himself down and takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

And Ghostbur freaking floats. He lays there in the water with his eyes shut and his freaking shirt on and he floats. He barely even moves, actually; just floats there, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

For a minute, he stays like that, and for a minute, Wilbur stares, not quite sure how to react to this.

I didn’t know he was going to do it that quickly.

After a minute, Ghostbur blinks his eyes open, quickly widening them as he tries to right himself.

“You’re fine,” Wilbur assures, stepping forward and letting Ghostbur cling to his arm and get pulled up. “See? Right here, just like I said.”

Ghostbur says absolutely nothing, squeezing Wilbur’s arm with both hands and breathing hard. His hair sticks to his forehead in a dark mess.

Wilbur realizes that his own hair probably looks the same.

“You did it, man.” Wilbur laughs, because there’s really nothing else to do. “You floated! Y’know? And I didn’t even have to do anything! Man, are you sure you don’t know how to swim? I’m being serious. Because that was fantastic, right there.”

Ghostbur stares at his hands, wrapped around Wilbur’s arm, and then he slowly brings his gaze upward, until they meet his brother’s. His eyes are wide. “That water is cold!”

Wilbur laughs again, louder. His feet nearly trip over themselves, but he manages to stay upright and not fall into the river. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”

“And… I floated.”

Wilbur smiles. “I suppose you did.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur glances at the water again, eyes dancing. He looks back to his hands, holding onto Wilbur, and blinks. He pulls his hands away. “I think I hurt you.”

Wilbur looks down, noticing how his skin is white where Ghostbur had held onto it. “Nah, I’m fine.”

“That might bruise.”

“It won’t.”

“I was just a little nervous.”

“I know. But you floated anyway.” Wilbur raises his brows. “Yeah?”

Ghostbur looses a breath through his mouth, nodding. “Yeah. I did, I did.”

Then he brightens. “Oh. I really did, didn’t I?”

“Heck yeah, man.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur slowly runs his fingers through the river, creating small waves. He smiles—a flickering sort of thing. “I did. I did.”

Wilbur grins. His arm probably will bruise—Ghostbur has a hard grip, man—but he can’t bring himself to care. He doesn’t care.

There’s birds chirping everywhere.

~~~

He glances at the window, watching orange light bleed through the closed blinds. Is it too early? He planned to do it tonight, after the sun set and the world grew cold.

But there’s nothing else to do.

Wilbur huffs a laugh that sounds more like a sickness. Might as well. The timing won’t change anything; it’s inevitable either way.

He grunts as he rises to his feet, wandering towards his dresser. The slivers of sunlight that worm their way between the blinds cast lines on the wall. Wilbur blocks them with his shadow.

~~~

“But,” Tommy continues, dipping a fry into some ketchup. “This makes it better.”

“What does?”

“Food. Five Guys. Even you.” He holds up the ketchup-dipped fry, waving it about with a glint in his eye. “I love salt!”

Wilbur huffs a smile, gazing at the table.

~~~

(Another one for love just because)

Ghostbur smiles, huffing quietly to himself. Tommy is very funny. He does such strange things. Ghostbur loves him more than he loves anything else.

~~~

(Annnnd another one)

Niki shakes her head. “My bakery is gone.”

“Wh… gone?”

“I burned it.”

He stops walking, and some of the leaves go quiet.

Niki walks ahead of him. After a second or two, she hears leaves again.

“Oh. Okay!” He comes up alongside her, and he’s taller than her, because he’s always been taller than her. “That seems like a strange thing to do to something you love. Why did you burn it?”

[httyd-art-requests]

Can I request Eret with Slimeball from RoB please?Since he likes the smell of his slime for some reason.....

I'm not sure if you drew Cavern crasher already or not.

They are good friends :)

I imagine it's like Snotlout and the Nightmare gel, Eret probably uses it for like hair gel or deodorant or something

Dragon #107 - Slimeball (Rise of Berk) and Eret :]

[artinandwritin]

@anotherautumnninth GOSH allergic to cats and dogs???? That fr ain't fun what!! Glad you're mostly okay around cats tho :')

I don't really know what houses all the kittens went to, but a black one definitely went to the Haddocks. Siri gave it to them as a little present for Zephyr and Nuffink to learn smt abt taking care of a small littol creature but Hiccup and the cat quickly bonded and now dad and the cat are friends (even tho. Toothless is the true bestie. He will forever be the true bestie). I'd personally say they'd name him Fiddlesticks (after Hiccup's cat in the books)

They'd also give a kitten to Snotlout (cuz they thought he was lonely) and ofc it was a little ginger one. He'd name it smt like Fireworm (also after Snotlout's dragon in the books lmao) and now it lives in front of his hearth <3

For the rest of the kittens, I'm leaving it open to interpretation! I think that would be fun haha so if you've got any ideas abt it I'd love to hear

I do talk abt Nivvie a lot!! He's such a skrunkly lil character, glad you like him and Klaus! I'm slowly (kinda, a little) working on reworking Niv's plotlines and I really like the route things are taking for his story. Can't really work on it too often tho bc of both a college art degree that takes up most of my time, a part time library job and market prepping :') but i'd be up to talk about the basics of it if anyone wants to hear it!

Abt Zephyr and Nuffink!! During Niv's story they're about 15-16 (Nuff) and 18-19 (Zeph) respectively. Basically, they're growing up! Zephyr is taking up the whole heiress thing very seriously and is a bit of a maces and talons master. She practised a lot (both with her dad, mom, and sometimes auntie Siri) as a kid and really prides herself on being really good at it. She's very opinionated (very much so) and very much her own person (which her parents obviously love abt her).

Nuffink has outgrown bonking his head on furniture and is now bonking his head on everything else. A lil rascal fr fr!! Really stubborn, a bit harsh, a pretty good fighter (with his bare hands) and has a lot of respect for his mom and dad's friends. Not so much for his sister, tho, but yknow, that's normal in sibling relationships. Loves his grandfather's old carved toys a lot too, really treasures them and tries to replicate him whenever possible. He's got a lot of growing up to do! But don't they all at that age.

I'm still cracking my brain a bit on what other kids are around in the next gen (mainly bc I can't really decide on who has kids and who doesn't). It's a topic fr fr!! I do love a lot of the next gen characters other creators on here have made and sometimes I like featuring my friends' oc characters in stories/plotpoints. For example, @nosuda-cringe 's whole cast!! It's always fun to do and bc my mind is often so busy with other art projects (mainly for school), it's a bit easier for me to just focus on Nivvie and his story for now.

But, I would like to at some point create some more next gen characters! I've already done so in the past but it's really hard to stick to characters for me sometimes, which is why they often get reworked/renamed/removed/are never mentioned again if you go through my blog. So for clarification, Zephyr and Nuffink exist in Niv's next gen! Who else? Give me some more time to think abt it haha

Just a few little doodles of gussiri and their cat(s) (i think it's funny af LMAO)

[xstatic-12235]

Since it's Valentine's Day today, I think we should all take a moment to appreciate the wonderful couples in HTTYD!!!

Hiccup and Astrid, Valka and Stoick, and Eret and Snotlout (yes i know they're not canon, but they're canon in my heart) (+ any others i forgot)

They truly are the pinnacle of relationship goals. LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS "I can't imagine a world without you." or "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..."

[bluejulius]

more howdy train your dragon bc it will not leave my brain 🤠🐴 feels familiar?

part 2ish from this post

in this AU the dragons are horses and instead of Vikings they are cowboys! the gang captures Eret like in the second movie but things play out a little differently 😳 instead of dragon trapper, Eret is a horse wrangler to Drago’s shady business, tasked with leading his group to go out and wrangle wild horses to sell. this is how I imagined one of the scenes from httyd2 going!

more on this au

[quackity1999]

eret isn't going to hurt you or your nest, quackity.

shut up, i'm testing her.

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

when tommy thinks back on it hard enough, he can't reallt get a proper picture of the people of l'manburg in his mind. he remembers looking up at a lot of them, at least at first.

he looked up to the blurred figures his brother and niki, who he thought were prime examples of what a grown up should be. except, that isn't right, because he wasn't much younger than niki back then, her loose sweaters hanging low near her bruised knees. and he couldn't say wil was such a good fucking example, because look where they all ended up. look where he ended up.

jack and tubbo were firmer in his imagination. his friends at the start, though one much longer than the other. he feels the tides of a tired kind of nostalgia, one that he's pushed back and dove into a million times before. he remembers feeling so tall around them, not just in a literal sense. his lanky arms could reach to tuck perfectly into the crook of tubbo's elbow as he dragged them off into doomed adventures. his steadily stretching legs stuck out in front of jack's feet, then carried him far when the chase began.

still, in his memory he sees the versions of them without scars and scratches, tubbo smiling without any mirth attached. he feel the foggy sensation of jack's arm around his shoulder, still happy enough to be close to him. he remembers their youth in a way he hadn't been able to appreciate back then.

even eret and fundy, though they'd go on to burn bridges and turn blind eyes, had fond places in his memories. he remembers carrying himself with his head held high and shoulders back, in the way eret told him "showed confidence." he still knew how to spot a fox in the slightest of corners, the familiarity of a mischievous snicker murmuring in the back of his mind. he could never erase the bad that came after, nor the wars and their consequences. but he'd still have the little things from back then to remember every now and again.

sometimes he'll see the flicker of a campfire and just wonder what it was he was feeling back then, his old emotions muddled by the complicated present. he wonders if his old self would miss them in the same way he does now. if he'd mourn them in the same way he doesn't always need to.

he's getting there now, one step at a time. one memory gone past. one day lived through.