#httydrarepairweek2016

[httydrarepair]

Hi all, 

Thanks to everyone who participated in HTTYD Rare Pair Week 2016! All your contributions were incredible, and thanks for joining in. Also, shout out to people reblogging and showing interest, hope you enjoyed yourselves too. I’ve got a short survery here, asking questions about what worked/what didn’t and any suggestions you, if you could fill it out, that’d be a great help. Alternatively, you can send me asks too. 

Although the week is over, if you’ve still got content for it, or come up with new ideas, please still post and don’t forget to tag me in it! I’ll still be reblogging things, also, if you have a rarepair post that you’d like me to see/reblog, tag me in that too! :) 

Hope you all had a great time, and let me know what kind of rare pair based events you’d like to see in the future! We’re considering a mini reverse/big bang, but I’d love to hear your ideas too. 

[despiteherself]

fic sneak peak: tight shorts, basketball courts

a/n: for 3rd nov, pause.  was gonna do the same explanation thing as i did for igniparous, but i thought perhaps i might just share a snippet of it and aim to finish it at some point. i still have 1st nov prompt to finish, and i’m gonna write more for the fic i started for safety prompt. this is a modern high school au thing, also? basketball au. i know nothing about basketball. still, i’m all over the whole tuffstrid sports au thing. ask me abt ice hockey au sometime.

title and inspiration from adore by amy shark. i really wanted it to feel like the song, so i hope it does. please let me know what you think/ask me any questions/etc. i’d love to hear your thoughts and have more interaction abt concepts i bring up and stuff :) 

The first time Astrid sees Tuffnut Thorston he's absolutely slaughtering the opposition. He moves like maybe he was born doing this, smooth passes and calculated shots. It's messy, in a way that screams he's never thought about sitting down and thinking on game play, but organic. Natural. It's like basketball thrums in his veins, feet moving to the resonance of the asphalt. Astrid's so sure she's going to hate him. All his brown, long limbs and stupid fucking dopey full faced grins. Snotlout says he's cool, says the Thorston twins are great people but Fishlegs has a story about them trying to bury 'Lout in the sandbox in kindergarten. Astrid doesn't really trust 'Lout's opinion at the best of times. Still, Hiccup only barely rolls his eyes at an insensitive joke Ruffnut throws his way. That's a glowing review, if anything. She's bundled up with an ankle injury, and Astrid's treated to another spectacle when Ruff can play again. They're a well oiled machine, so in-tune people joke it's like they've got some sort of twin telepathy or whatever. Astrid knows that kind of ease comes from familiarity, comes from knowing the person you're playing with. It makes jealousy burn in the clench of her jaw, makes her homesick, makes her miss Heather something fierce. She skips the next couple of games, without excuse but frown terrifying enough for no one to ask. No one, but Tuffnut Thorston. He'd flopped over the desk she had been working at like a marionette puppet with its strings cut. Astrid rescues her textbook, pulling it away to save the cover from creases. There's several moments of extra expressive facial movements, a silent conversation in the curve of the corners of his mouth. Astrid shrugs, looking down at the algebra. "Hiccup says you play," Tuff announces, dragging himself back to sit somewhat properly in the chair next to Astrid. "Sure," Astrid offers. Privately, she doesn't understand why her half brother is so insistent on the point. Basketball's a point of contention in the Haddock household, in more than one way. "You should join us after school today." He adds when it's clear Astrid isn't going to divulge any more information. "Not gonna wag?" Astrid poses it like a question, but it's not really. She doesn't care about the answer, is pretty sure she already knows it. "Seriously, it'd be cool if you'd come along." Tuff carries on, slapping a hand to Astrid's shoulder. "Maybe." She's not meaning too, but it kind of sounds like a promise in light of his grin.

[maedarakat]

“Tuffnut, I said we were SAFER, not SAFE!”

“Yeah, well clearly ONE of us needs to work on enunciating their ‘R’s!”

[hiccdew--forever]

[daglout]

HTTYD Rarepair Week

Day Two: Safe / “No, I said we were safer, not safe.”

haha my secret otp erecup. and my secret favorite au, @tysonrunningfox‘s star trek au ;-)))

i’ve been watching ost for two weeks and im a bit of a nerd.

mixed this prompt with the otp-in-a-box meme. they’re on a tiny escape pod

there they go

[despiteherself]

02.11.igniparous concept

a/n: so, i’m a day behind, and this isn’t finished and i don’t know that it will be without some serious support. i really love the idea that i had for igniparous, it’s a concept i had a long time ago but never did anything with, and i think that’s why i had trouble trying to write it. it was too loved, so that everything feels flawed. 

okay, so the natural idea is based on this forest gods twins piece i wrote several years ago but never shared. it’s kind of poetry prose, that stop, start, entering kind of fic thing? very experimental for me, but it talked about the twins being in line with nature and powers others don’t have and i adored it. igniparous made me think of it, because in the universe where all the httyd gang are elemental gods astrid is brimstone and lava, earthquakes and volcanoes. short, fast geological processes, bringing forth fire. 

so i was working on a concept with the gang, during an rtte time frame, work out they’ve all got weird powers. i didn’t get super far, but this was (obv for me lmao) a tuffstrid piece and there was gonna be a juxaposition between tuff’s forest/plant/growth (and death) based powers and astrid’s hot, fire, destruction powers. for the others, i decided hiccup was an air current, the bright freedom and wild unpredictability. (a viking metaphor? strong, wild winds are bad for the longships, but when the air fits better for the situation it’s amazing???) fishlegs is slower geological processes like, weathering and sedimentary rocks (to astrid’s igneous). a link to meatlug tbh. 

snotlout, was hard, but i think i like the idea of being birth & decay, the process of death leading to something new. i feel like fits bc i saw a link between learning decay is a part of making something new and wonderful as thing that needs to be learnt, as a comparison to snotlout’s hardheadedness and like, when he learnt to be less hard on hookfang. is this connection making sense? i’m not sure i’m explaining it well. the twins are aspects of biological nature, with ruff more to the ocean and i had her stitching flesh back together, all that fun concept. tuff moreso with the forest, with felling trees and bringing forth new ones. he can call plants to life from seed, from planks etc etc. 

i didn’t actually get much of the actual fic written bc i was having trouble working out how they’d fall together, and find out they’re all weird, all different, and i felt further on depending on that but here’s some of what i started with. it’s unbeta’d, and kind of adrupt but it’s cool. please let me know what you think! 

Ruff pushes him, a rough shove to his shoulders that sends his hands windmilling, rocking backwards. He lands with a splash, still laughing, until he's screaming.

Astrid goes for the collar, arm brushing Tuff's too pale cheek, and grabs just as Belch does. They heave up together, Tuff clutching at his thigh, inarticulate noises dripping through his lips like the blood through his fingers. Belch tugs, swinging Tuff over towards land and Astrid's hand hovers, staring at the dissipating read in the water.

"There's a rock," She says, although she can't see anything until the water starts to settle. Hiccup's already tearing up tunic to cover the wound, tightening a strip above it.

"We'll need a poultice," Fishlegs' voice wavers, he's pointedly looking anywhere but Tuff's blood pooling in the sand. He might be going into shock, Astrid might already be there.

"Oh, for Thor's sake!" Ruff throws her hands in the air, stomping up out of the lake. She kneels next to Hiccup, pushing Tuff's hands out of the way and presses her fingers into his skin until Tuff's leg is blemish free.

"Took your time," Tuff replies, standing up with the strip of tunic still tied around his leg.

Snotlout's eyes are flicking up and down, between Tuff's uninjured leg and Ruffnut, mouth open. Still half way through another teared strip of fabric, Hiccup's mouth is open. Fishlegs turns back to the scene at the quiet, hand at his mouth at Tuff happily stretching his leg like he wasn't just impaled on a rock.

"What?" Ruff snaps. "Like I'm the only person that can do that."

"Ruff," Astrid finds herself saying, "you are the only person who can do that."

At least, Astrid doesn't know anyone else who can do that, doesn't think the others do either. They start asking questions, tone loud and demanding. It's ridiculous, the concept is ridiculous, it doesn't make sense, it's impossible  --

-- except, it's just, Astrid remembers being made.

Remembers being molten, particles being stretched like hot toffee, folding over one another. Of rising, and cooling and cracking upon fault lines, breccia forming in the spaces. Even on calm days, sometimes she remembers shaking, breaking, destruction. The feel of the earth splitting apart, rocks turns to dust. And, in the midst of anger sometimes it still feels like being pushed down into the earth's crust, the heat, the pressure, the change.

And if sometimes she feels like she can understand the thrum of the rock beneath her she can't dismiss being able to stitch up someone's leg with your mind as any more impossible.

"The earthquake," Astrid starts, because the cacophony  of questions and demands is as bad as the silence was. "when we were about six, and Gobber took us out on that long ship, you all remember, yeah?"

"Astrid?" Hiccup pushes up from the sand, eyebrows perched half way up his forehead. The others nod, or make vague noises of agreement and Astrid takes a deep breath.

"I think, that maybe I caused it." It sounds stupid, Astrid feels stupid saying it, still knee deep in the lake and she looks at Tuff. His expression is earnest, mouth half curved into some approximation of what would sound like an encouraging murmur. "It felt like -- everything was absolutely fine and I was upset and angry because I wasn't allowed a bigger hatchet and when I stamped a foot, it felt like the whole earth shook with my anger."

[despiteherself]

canon divergence au where fishlout were tentatively dating at the start of of rtte. tentatively. thor bonecrusher changes a few things. 

“The others say you really liked Thor Bonecrusher.” Fishlegs is looking at his boots, at the sand beneath their feet, at the dragon’s foot prints, anywhere but up, at Snotlout. 

“Well duh,” Snotlout shrugs, “he was a perfect viking.” Say nothing of how the perfect viking spectacularly backfired, of how maybe that’s not really the sort of viking that is perfect, after all. 

“Oh I see.” Fishlegs doesn’t, just from the look on his face, Snotlout can tell. That’s the I’m pretending not be be hurt face. “Well, don’t worry about Sunday flying, I’m sure there’s better vikings to be doing that with.” 

fishlegs/snotlout  »  #httydrarepairweek2016  30.10: it’s not like that.

[despiteherself]

fic: but you don’t see what i see (you never will)

Astrid enters the Simulation when her relatives and friend get lost to it, Ruff thinks this human is particularly interesting.

astrid/ruffnut  » chapter 1/?  »  #httydrarepairweek2016  29.10: “no, i said we were safer.”

[hiccdew--forever]

[daglout]

HTTYD Rarepair Week

Day One: Fall

RUFFMALA & DAGLOUT, the superior ships. (this joke)

modern au!! becas that au is me baby and i want to use it in everything

you might recognize the background, i’ve re purposed it ;(

[despiteherself]

fic: lay back and wave through the daylight.

"It's the perfect grassy knoll for a picnic." Tuff announces, his brows scrunching together. He makes a motion with a hand, like he thinks his explanation is obvious, come on Astrid, get with the program.

astrid/tuffnut  » ~2.1k words  »  #httydrarepairweek2016  28.10: fall

[maedarakat]

Drabble: Fall

"So, uh, hey. I think I might love you."

". . . WHAT?!"

The look Eret gave the younger man was a fascinating mixture; incredulous, outraged, dumbfounded.

Here they were, knocked off their dragons and hurtling down past clouds to a doubtlessly messy end, and this crazy Berkian had just uttered the most . . . randomly-timed thing Eret had ever heard in his life.

"No seriously, I do. It's not even the muscles," Tuff was saying, quite calmly for someone about to splatter on the rocks below. "But yesterday, you were just ranting to that guy on your ship in - what language was that? From up North? It was beautiful. Even if you were just yelling about tangled up nets.”

He was making doe eyes at him. Eret would have smacked him if he wasn't so confounded. 

"Of all the times to joke around --!"

"Wait, you think I'm joking?!" Tuff's expression turned into one of dismay. "You think I'd tease about something like this while we're about to die?!"

"YOU? Quite frankly, YES."

Berk's trickster winced. "Fair enough, but I'm not. I just . . . figured now would be the best time to tell you how I feel, because if you say no or start laughing, it's not like either of us would have to feel humiliated or awkward for very long, right?”

That sort of made sense, in a strange, yet vaguely sad way. Eret saw something out of the corner of his eye streaking toward them. Their winged calvary?

He glanced again at Tuff, who was watching the fast approaching jagged shoreline with such vulnerable resignation, it sparked something in Eret's chest.

This was the first time the utterly oblivious rascal had ever returned an ounce of the (apparently too subtle) interest Eret had invested in him, and of course it would take a life-threatening event like this one to make Tuff confess anything close to the truth.

Honestly he was as much annoyed as he was pleased, but then what else could Eret ever have expected - falling for a Loki-worshipping trickster? He reached over and grabbed Tuff by the collar, pulling him close, just as Skullcrusher swooped beneath them, saving their collective skins.

Eret moved his head, sputtering as wind-blown braids whipped his face. Tuff gathered most them over his shoulder in a tight, nervous grip. 

He twisted in the saddle to greet the former trapper with a gaze full of questions he was unsure how to ask - now that they were most likely going to live long enough to have consequences.

Sighing fondly, Eret cupped the back of Tuff's head, and pulled him close to give him his answer.

[httydrarepair]

Hope everyone’s having a blast and going well with your HTTYD Rare Pair Week fan creations! Just ten more days until it starts. 

[httydrarepair]

Also, I don’t know how many people are planning to do fan fic, or post on AO3 but would people be interested in a collection for the HTTYD Rarepair Week or? 

[httydrarepair]

Welcome to the first HTTYD Rare Pair week! It’s a week to celebrate the rare pairs within the HTTYD franchise, through creating fan works (fic, art, edits, playlists/etc etc). Create to your heart’s content! The prompts for the days are as follows; 

28 Oct: Fall 29 Oct: Safety / “No, I said we were safer, not safe.” 30 Oct: It’s not like that. 31 Oct: Halloween 1 Nov: “I always wondered what it was like to fly.” 2 Nov: Igniparous (meaning: bringing forth fire) 3 Nov: Pause

What is a rare pair? A pairing that is rare within the fandom. For this we’re also asking non-canon pairings, including non-requited canon hinted pairings. There’s a whole heap of possibilities for small ships, have a go at looking at something obscure or different, see what you can create! :) 

How do I participate?  By creating fanworks of any kind for as many of the prompts you like, for any rare pairs you like and on the actual posting day, post your contribution tagged #httydrarepairweek or #httydrarepairweek2016 or @httydrarepair. There’s no limit to which prompts you do, or how many times you do a prompt or for which rare pair you do them for. The works can be in canon, or alternate universes or whatever. Enjoy creating! 

Further, you get to enjoy and admire everyone’s contributions too! 

[despiteherself]

for like, prompts do ppl prefer one word prompts like “stars” or “pause” or longer things, phrases and sentences, or even longer, such as quotes and pieces of poetry? or a mix? what would you prefer?