#might draw toothless next

[jweekgoji]

yan! hiccup/reader/yan! dagur

I'm on season 4 of RTTE but I just can't help but think how interesting the dynamic between Yan!hiccup and Yan!dagur would be.

tw: yandere, yandere rivals, mentions of attempts of kidnapping, slightly stalk-ish hiccup (?), overprotective Dragur, possessiveness

Dagur is already such a troublesome and unbearable person. sorry not sorry, but seriously, that guy toyed with Hiccup and almost drowned him? such a menace but that's why we love him, haha.

pre RTTE is probably one of the wildest times for you to be in this love triangle. while it is actually so nice to be around Hiccup, discussing every simple thing you two enjoy together like drawing or inventing (of course, not without him awkwardly standing next to you, almost stuttering every now and then); Dagur is the one who mostly talks. He would drag you around the island, yelling about how you two would be unstoppable together as dragon hunters and eventually you two might succeed in killing THE night fury! well, he would be the one who did all the job because it's him, obviously 🙄but you were here too, I guess...doing somethin very very important…

Even though Dagur gets a «bit» too crazy during dragon hunting, he still pays a good amount of attention to you. He would constantly make sure you stay NEAR him ALL the time, if you just made a few steps away, he would not bother casually taking your hand and be like 'nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere ☝️' with that calm voice of his, as if he's talking to some reckless little thing like you, who totally needs to be looked after by him. Dagur likes physical touch, he also loves the attention, giving and receiving it at the same time. If something or someone poses a threat to you, he would not hesitate to pull you behind him and deal with it himself.

Hiccup can't be as bold as Dagur though. He's shy, awkward and just doesn't have any experience at all. I'm not sure if Dagur has any experience too, but he's at least confident in what he does. Unlike Dagur, Hiccup is not as strong as him, and most of the time, it makes him frustrated and feel less of himself. He already experienced constant bullying by people on his own island, including his father and he judges himself too. But with Toothless around, he feels less powerless and more hopeful. If he is sure you're fine with dragons, he would find it as a reason to get closer to you. You want to find a dragon friend? Good for you, Hiccup is the best dragon trainer around. If you have your own dragon, it's just more perfect for him, because he would now use the opportunity to show his skills to you and maybe prove that he's actually more than everyone thinks of him? If he's very awkward with you on the ground, eye to eye, he's less tense around you now that he has his best friend around him. After all, it doesn't feel as scary as before.

Dealing with both Dagur and Hiccup would not be easy. Because if they both have a massive crush on you, it's just a matter of time before one finds out about the other. I feel like Dagur might get suspicious at first, because he doesn't care if you like him or someone else, he will be around you. Hold his hands around your waist, shoulders, constantly whining if you just stop paying attention to him as if his life depends on it. If someone approaches you, like Snotlout, he just can't help but show how annoyed he is. Dagur is not shy about making it obvious how the presence of others irritates him.

Hiccup has to be concerned about the dragons' safety, the safety of Berk, Dagur and now yours safety too. If you're not from Berserker Island but from Berk, Dagur doesn't want to part ways at all. He puts his eye on you, and he just can't let you slip away like that. He might just put you over his shoulder and get you on his ship when it's time to go— but thankfully, Hiccup notices this at the right time and saves you from the fate of being stuck with this madman.

If Dagur treats everyone as a possible rival, Hiccup is not that comfortable expressing his feelings yet. I mean, of course he likes you, he would constantly daydream about you like a normal teenage boy, sketching you in his book so many times that even Toothless can replicate it with a stick between his teeth. Well, maybe just a bit more than just a typical teenage boy crush. He knows he can't be like Dagur who can just express his love to you whenever the young Berserker chief sees you, but he shows it in every small but meaningful way he can. Hiccup would find out what you're interested in, what you like, and every small little fact he can memorize, but he would put it like it's just all an accident and pretend like he didn't know anything about it. good for you to have a friend like him?

When things get more heated between you three, Dagur is more protective, he's not that dumb, actually, and he perfectly sees how his bro gets a bit too friendly with you. He really, really tries to think it's just because his two favorite people are being nice to each other and nothing more, but jealousy...! I don't think he would be as violent towards Hiccup as to other people, before «betrayal» he actually thought of the poor boy as the only person he can trust.

«I just HATE how every time I try to get close to [them], someone always appears out of nowhere and takes [their] attention from ME! I mean, [they're] obviously mine, right? You wouldn't try to steal [them] from me too, yes, Hiccup? 🤨 Haha! Of course, you wouldn't, it's not like [they] interested in you anyway ☺️»

«...Right. 👀»

After the fight between the two when it gets revealed about the dragons, Dagur is practically furious. More than usual this time, since he is forced to leave, and he can't see your pretty face again now :((

But good news, it makes you and Hiccup closer now! Whether you want it or not, you were close to Dagur for a good amount of time, you might consider him even some kind of friend of yours. Someone might get a little suspicious of you, because maybe you accidentally took some bits of craziness from Dagur too, but eventually, Hiccup, being the sweet trustful sweetheart would make sure you feel as comfortable as possible. He stays longer than usual, asks if maybe you need a nice quiet ride with him and Toothless just to clear your mind off the recent incident, would always be the one who checks on you every day. He really, really wants to do more, but expressing his true feelings is still so hard for him. It was said that Hiccup is a good gift maker, so expect to receive some small gifts next to your door out of nowhere.

While being away from you, Dagur thinks only about these three things. Night Fury. Hiccup. You. 🔁

His ego hurts, his heart aches, and it doesn't help that he gets even more violent towards others. Every time he tries to attack the riders, he hopes to see you too. When he spots you on your dragon with other riders, he is happy. But you are with dragon riders, so he quickly loses his temper, screaming orders about how his people should focus on capturing you and night fury, the others don't really matter to him.

You just can't help but notice how the fights between the two get more serious with each time now that you're the main target. Dagur would make it one of his personal goals to drag you back to his ship, meanwhile Hiccup would do everything to not get you on Dagur's ship. And that just repeats over and over again, at this point it's just something deeply personal you three have. Meanwhile, the others are left all confused and lost. The time Dagur spent in prison is probably not for the best, isn't it?

[kiweegamez]

Hypnofury (May redesign. + Colour Alts)

MY DUMBASS REALISED I NEVER EVEN PUT THE LORE IN ARTFIGHT, SO YIPPEE. Also it was very similar to Toothless?

Ok so you may think the measurements are insane, look at Toothless for ref, this variant is slightly bigger than him.

So the Hypnofury, a variant in close relation to the Nightfury. Hypnofuries were said to reside with Flightmares when this was less than likely as this one had been seen fighting with Flightmare on sight. Hypnofuries are critically endangered there’s probably like 20 left. Yet they are no where near each other, being scattered everywhere.

They seem to reside in darker forest or cave areas, easily attracted by glowing algae. This one is a female. If seen next to a male, the difference is that the males are wider and smoother having less prominent fins. This species is extremely female dominant so it would be a miracle to have a male left.

Originally they had much smaller wings and were all together a lot smaller, therefore they were good for hunting sports. (As they used to be terrible terror size). But over time they became much larger like the current photo. Now the reason this is actually named a Hypnofury is because of the patterns, as they do consume glowing algae like a Flightmare (so competitive for food) they can make their patterns flash or glow for a bit. As rare as it is, the patterns confuse other dragons in low darkness due to how some (especially on the weird things on the head) can look like a dragon face, well, roughly resemble. And by moving around enough with the pulsing patterns they can temporarily charm other dragons (hypnotise them) while if two or more Hypnofuries are near they move around in a group, therefore the display is more effective and mesmerising. DIET: The diet of the Hypnofuries is rather odd, as it seems to selectively eat eels, glowing algae, fish, turtles, apples, and honeycomb. Hypnofuries just like their close relatives the Nightfury are agile terrors to Viking kind. They are better swimmers than Nightfuries given their larger spinal fins and have stronger legs built for swimming rather than running.

Also they have a very ill temper if in bright areas, given it’s harder for them to see, but this can be trained out of them. Other than that, they are rather curious, they remember faces and hold serious grudges, however they do like shiny objects and will often leave them underwater. They will also sometimes offer trades, sometimes having junk or stuff from a random traveler. (You can’t tell me she didn’t steal Hiccup’s peg leg once outside of the show 🫵)

They do NOT have retractable teeth.

Now the Hypnofuries roar is much more high pitched and echoey, while purposely pulsing their tone, this is due to their modified lungs, as they tend to look for bodies of water to swim and hunt they will sometimes even hide underwater waiting to ambush dragons (if desperate enough for food). They can be underwater for 40 mins until they need fresh air, however if currents are strong are choppy water conditions this number can drop drastically. Back to the species roar, this is for better underwater communication rather than on land. As their diaphragm is much stronger it also creates somewhat of a whistling grunt. So a very distinguishable sound from the Nightfury.

Roars:

POSSIBLE COLOUR VARIANTS.

Might draw them all officially one day.

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[centuryfall]

I'm sticking to dragons I am familiar with and like, so unfortunately more popular ones like Smaug or the dragons from House of the Dragon aren't an option here. I'll probably do all of these eventually, likely in order of popularity in this poll, though if I think of any I missed I might do more polls later. EDIT: NGL I might do Peril first anyway because I've had a really fun/stupid idea in my head for a while, but otherwise the order of this poll will still apply

[weirdpurpleangel]

Happy Halloween!

These characters don't belong to me, I just made some fanart of these characters based on an idea I had, so please, check the original creators tagged below the critters, if you haven't yet! They spent a lot of time on creating the original designs and lore for these OCs!!!

I also don't own the characters the certain design choices are based on.

I originally intended to draw more characters, butI didn't have the time (maybe next time Loki Destrugon and Thor Thorn and the rest) since I'm working on other projects. this artstyle is also an experiment, I don't usually draw with this kind of ''Catoonish'' artstyle. It might look a bit goofy, sorry. But I like it. :D

Fennecin (@theroseofazrael) and Alan (@williammorgan45) as Barbie and Ken, specifically wearing the cowboy outfits from the Barbie movie

Starchild (@starastarship) fused with stardust cookie

And Ouřa (@infinite-hearts-333) and Zane (@moonspiritleaf) based on How to train your Beast Dragon as Toothless and Hiccup

Looking back at it, I would have made a lot of diffrent design choices, but oh well, mistakes are human.

Now I shall Boop as many people as possible, have a fantastic day.

[neztune]

Feeling the need to obsessively draw Toothless's head, and his head specifically.... because I've definitely fallen into the more squished head shape in the second and third movie-

And I need the boy to be a little scarier for fic purposes.

The issue is definitely keeping his face longer and keeping the eyes from being too big just because I feel like he may be too long XD

Might work best to just trace his head for a bit until I get it right, and then try to keep doing it on my own

Next post is a bunch of Toothless heads at different angles /hj (We'll see where the sudden doodle urge takes me tbh)

[roetrolls]

Simpler Times

“Orfuse!” His name, called as a greeting, is laced with just enough exasperation to alert the oracle of what he is about to hear next. “You forgot to lock the door again.”

“Hello to you too, grumpy-pants!” He chirps back, scribbling a note in his journal and listening for his moirail’s familiar, heavy footfall in the hall.

“What if someone wanted to kill you?”

“Well, I don’t think the door’s persuasive enough to help me there.”

“Orfuse.”

“I’m sorry!” he concedes. “I forgot.”

“How?” 

The word comes out with such incredulity that it breaks in two, and Orfuse beams into his notebook. He can’t get enough of the adorable cracks that have begun to grace that ever-deepening voice, as embarrassing as his moirail seems to find them.

“Maybe my hands were full!”

“You’re a handful,” Harlan says fondly, finally coming to a halt in the living room’s entrance.

With a twinkling laugh, Orfuse lifts his head to greet him proper. At once, though, his mirth is stymied, replaced by a horrified gasp and his heart in his throat.

Harlan leans against the doorframe with his clothing wrinkled and his facepaint smudged to nothing, dried blood spattered across his skin. His lip is busted and his cheek is swollen, with a fresh bruise already blooming at his temple.

Orfuse nearly falls from his chair with how fast he leaps from it. “Harly!”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt!” He counters, taking his moirail by the arms and dragging him to sit on the couch for a better look at the damage. His fists seem to have had the worst of it, with knuckles split to bleeding and bruises on his fingers. “What happened?”

“There was a fight,” Harlan answers simply, sitting still and allowing Orfuse’s worried hands to comb through his hair in search of hidden wounds. 

“I can see that,” he says, and it is his turn to be incredulous. Though he can’t seem to find any evidence of injury, there is certainly blood, dried into his tresses in such a way that it crunches between the oracle’s fingers. “Is this yours?”

“No.”

He draws back, relieved.

“But this is,” Harlan adds, raising one sharp, shiny tooth into view. Orfuse gapes, eyes widening into saucers, and the purpleblood grins wide enough for him to see the gap where his canine should have been.

Orfuse tries in vain to lift his jaw off the floor.

“It’ll grow back,” the young subjug shrugs, still flashing him that dimpled, toothless smile. “Faster if you kiss it, maybe?”

“Harly!” He admonishes through a bout of suppressed giggles, shoving at his face with a hand. “What is wrong with you!?”

Harlan guffaws, reaching up to pull the oracle’s arm away. His grip is weaker than Orfuse is used to, and the awkward way he holds the bronzeblood’s wrist to lay a kiss upon his palm belies just how much pain he’s really in.

Pity swells in the oracle’s chest, and he takes one of Harlan’s hands in his to assess the damage once more. He’s not so naive as to be unaware what an injury of this nature means. He has a feeling he doesn’t want to see the other guy.

“I’ll get you some bandages,” he says softly, stifling the instinct to give his palm a squeeze. 

“Thank you.”

It doesn’t take him long to return with the first aid supplies, but a few minutes alone is all it takes for whatever adrenaline carried Harlan here to finish filtering out. By the time Orfuse settles back in to begin cleaning the wounds, his moirail looks exhausted.

“Does anything else hurt?”

Harlan exhales through his nose. “Apart from everything? No. Not from the fight.”

Orfuse flashes him a sympathetic look, pausing his medical ministrations to put a comforting hand on his knee. “Achey?”

“Sharp. The growing kind.” He sighs wearily, his eyelids heavy. “I’d like to be done with it already. I don’t need to get any bigger.”

A silence lingers between them for a moment. Orfuse hopes it’s the welcome sort.

“I’m going to use the alcohol now, alright? It might sting a little.”

Harlan nods in acknowledgement, then looks away, likely hoping to hide whatever reaction he may have when the liquid meets his cuts.

“What was the fight about?”

“You.” His shoulders relax as Orfuse begins wrapping his knuckles, the worst of the process finished. “Krivek wanted to run his mouth again. He called you a leech. Said you made me weak.”

“Harly…” Orfuse frowns. “You can’t go picking fights every time someone says a bad word about me. I don’t want that.”

“You don’t understand the church, Orfuse. There’s no place for weakness in that world. I needed to prove him wrong, for both our sakes.”

“What did you even prove?”

“That you make me strong.”

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“What? This, this isn’t affecting me. I’m fine, Hiccup. I promise.”

Why, all of the sudden, was she feeling the need to lie to him? He didn’t do anything to deserve that.

That hurt her to hear, and the slump of her shoulders displayed that. Moving her hands, she started fidgeting with her fingers, bashfully looking down at her now dangling legs.

“I just, I don’t want to bother you, ‘cause you have other stuff to worry about now.” That was truthful. “And I am fine— are, do you think I’m a liar?” Gods, why did she have to ask that?!

Snapping her head back up to look at him, her expression displayed a sense of urgency, like she wanted, or needed, him to change his mind.

But there was no room for her to further protest, one, because she wouldn’t dare go against that tone of voice, and two, because she was already lifted off the ground, and he was already walking.

She knew deep down that she was glad he wasn’t leaving.

But the thoughts of the front of her head were telling her that he wasn’t angry with her, that this was a strike. She freaked out and ruined something for him, like usual.

This needed to stop.

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It only took her a few moments to fall asleep after laying down on her bedroll, and she surprised herself by sleeping through the night entirely.

When she woke up the next morning, her eyes instantly landed on Hiccup, and debated saying something or just being quiet, but as always, she was curious.

“What’re doing..?” She asked, her voice groggy as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"Danny, people that are fine don't have trouble breathing all of a sudden. I know you, I know what you're like when you're fine, and what happens when you aren't."

Seeing her slumped shoulders and downcast look, it made him feel guilty about calling her out on it. But he knew if he let it slide, it would only get worse.

"I don't think you're a liar," he stated, "I just think you might not be telling me everything."

"Yes, being back here is a little strange, but it doesn't take priority over you. You wouldn't be bothering me if you talked to me about what was wrong..."

His face and tone became more earnest, "What's bothering me is how you didn't think you could come to me with this."

Once back in the cove, he set her down beside Toothless as he began to make camp.

Getting her bedroll out first, he laid it out, allowing her to lay on it. He proceeded to make a campfire and set out his own bedroll next, then got some dinner out of the supplies they'd brought.

He wasn't quite ready to go to the Great Hall.

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The next morning, he was up early, sitting in the grass facing the water.

Stick in hand, he was drawing in the dirt, deep in thought.

Was bringing Danny here really the right thing? It had only been a day, so maybe it was too early to tell. If what happened yesterday continued, he'd have no choice but to leave, take Danny back to their own island.

He didn't have much time, then...

Hearing Danny, he turned around. "Look who's awake," with a small smile, he got up, moving to sit beside her, leaving the stick by the water. "I wasn't doing anything really, just thinking."

He was quiet for a moment, contemplating if he should tell her or not, but decided against it, choosing another topic instead. "I don't think we'll go to the village much today. You should rest a bit more, and I'm going to be more mindful to not overwhelm you."

"Are you hungry? Toothless and I could fly to the Great Hall, grab us all some breakfast. I'll talk with Gobber about those materials, and we can get started on that hut we talked about. But, I'll build that swing for you first."

[jackie-monochrome]

I unapologetically LOVE how you draw. You may think it's not that high quality or whatever but to me, it hits aaalllllll the sweet spots. Sometimes your Toothless looks like graphite gone wild, sometimes he is a void cat. Both fit him perfectly. Expect some mass reblogs over the next couple days!!!!

My goodness! Thank you so much, getting messages like these really do brighten up my day :). In fact, I might print out this ask and put it on the wall next to all the Toothlesses hehe

[spoopyspectralassassin]

I haven’t drawn anything to do with my AU in a while cuz my brain is fixed on some other drawings I’ve been doing which will take a while, so I might not post any art for a bit

I do have a couple of old drawings I can share though, so I’ll post those when I find them again.

Here’s one of a fury family based on toothless and the light fury’s family in the movies.

The night fury is called Nyx and she is female. The light fury is male and his name is Nimbus

Like httyd/ygo!Toothless, the three night lights that have the same pattern as the canon night lights are the same genders and have the same names as the canon night lights because they’re very similar to them

Black one with a white nose in the front is named Dart and is female

White one in the middle is named Pouncer and is male

Black one with blue eyes next to Nyx is named Ruffrunner and is male.

The other three babies are:

Black one next to Nyx is called Eclipse and is male

Black one next to Nimbus is called Dusk and is male

White one in the back on the rock is called Dawn and is female

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Next and Before the Beginning for JaK?

NEXT - the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I'm on and write a new one, which you'll get.

“Uh… he-hey? Look what I found?” Hiccup tries to draw her attention and gets it faster than he thought he would. The Gronckle sees the package of raw meat in his hand and that’s the only thing she has eyes for now.

From chapter 29, lol.

BEFORE THE BEGINNING - three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

Toothless grows more desperate by the day. Food is getting scarce, he doesn't know what's safe to eat anymore. There's a disease quietly devastating the world and no one knows where it might crop up next. Or perhaps it's not so quiet anymore. Something is happening to the humans and that's never a good sign. Yet, desperation drives the Night Fury to one of their cities. If he can find untainted food anywhere, it has to be there. He lands and finds himself surrounded on all sides by their tall stone blocks. Dawn is coming and that means searching the city for food will have to wait. No matter how hunger gnaws on his stomach or how long it's been doing so, shelter will have to come first. Night Furies own the night, the same can't quite be said about the day. There are no natural caves in a human settlement, but there is an entrance to something that leads to an underground space. Do humans make their own versions of caverns? No matter, anywhere underground- shielded from the elements and hostile dragons- is good. It's better than to be out in the open, completely vulnerable. So he pads inside, not knowing that he's entering what the humans call an "underground parking lot." Not knowing that another dragon already lives there

A little something about how Toothless ended up in Førsby and how he may have lost his tailfin, which I already have an entire outline for for a seperate post-JaK fic. Couldn't stick to just 3 sentence, of course. :')

[kreativekershaw]

Humanity IV - How To Train Your Dragon

I was sitting on the ground going through my DVD collection to find the right one when Connor walked in. No longer feeling a need to wait at the door I was thankful for as I was often too far away to hear it. I glanced up at him with a wicked grin as I found the movie I'd been searching for. "I think we could use something a bit more fun this time would you like a movie with dragons."

Connor just stared at me led whirling a clear sign he was searching up what dragons were. It had occurred to me that since they were mythical they might not already be in his databases.

"I... may be intrigued." His eyes were still suspicious but I clapped my own hands in delight before turning on the player to place the disc inside.

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"His tail is broken." I glanced up on instinct but I knew what had happened. Hiccup had hit the dragon he was aiming for and now Toothless couldn't fly. There was a twinge of pain in my chest at seeing the creature in pain he reminded me so much of Minsk.

"Yeah... sometimes humans are cruel Connor, but Hiccup will do his best to make it up. This is a mistake and a learning curve. Some of the things he will learn is astonishing."

Connor nodded his face completely serious as if this were gospel. A command to watch the movie and see if this teenager could redeem himself.

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"They will surely find that eel next time they open the pen..."

I laughed. "Yeah probably but would you think that the kid had thrown it in there to scare the dragon? They don't really think of the dragons that way." I glanced at Connor his eyes still on the screen.

Was he making the same parallel that I was now? It was true us human's originally didn't even give the androids a second glance. It seemed our own hubris doomed to repeat ourselves over and over all because we refused to see any other creature as an equal let alone something better suited.

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I heard the music and immediately my head snapped. My drawing could wait but this was cinema. I watched in amazement as Toothless and Hiccup flew through the air. Completely wonderstruck. I had seen the film a decent amount of times but this was a moment that I could always feel deep into my bones.

Suddenly my excitement built even more, I loved this no matter how many times I saw but nothing was like a first watch so I turned to Connor. I felt my whole body relax a softer smile on my face. This was special I loved these little moments. I was still unsure of the lessons if I really was the best option but I did love this.

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Toothless clawed up at the cliffs surrounding his safe haven, unable to fly without Hiccup- because of Hiccup. Despite knowing it would all turn out okay my heartstrings were tugged. The dragon reminding me of my own little black cat.

Fiercely protective Toothless was now trying to save his friend from his own father and as Hiccup cried for him to stop he did. Only to be overwhelmed. I knew it yet still I gasped.

"They killed hundreds of us." "And we have killed thousands of them."

Another disgustingly human truth. I stared at the screen long after the scene had faded. Humans could be good, but there was so many times we weren't I'm sure that Connor knew it already but these moments. There was still so much to learn. I didn't sense any movement from him either as the scenery changed. Hiccup standing on the cliff watching as his father drifted away.

Astrid appearing beside him. "The rest of us would have done it so why didn't you- Why didn't you?"

"I couldn't. I was a coward, I was weak I wouldn't kill a dragon."

"You said wouldn't that time."

"Whatever, three hundred years and I'm the first Viking that wouldn't kill a dragon."

"First to ride on though."

That was the magic. I finally relaxed my body only to tense up at the sudden noise of a voice. I'd almost forgotten Connor was in the room with me. "Do people think you're crazy for hanging out with me?"

The question itself was doubly shocking.

"I still hang out with humans even though many of us have killed others?" It was more a question than a response but Connor shook his head. My response wasn't good enough, it didn't address the actual problem he was. I didn't want to. I'd much rather be dumb, play dumb than say I knew what he meant. The belief that androids were just as bad, worse. Scary monsters. I held my gaze and once he turned back mouth open to argue he stopped. An acceptance of my entirely too human boundary he seemed to finally understand and embrace.

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Hiccup fell into the fire and in its aftermath Stoic searched, desperate finding only the dragon.

Slowly Toothless raised his wing to reveal Hiccup's small body.

"Thank you for saving my son." I looked to the floor desperate not to cry. I hadn't entirely recalled this scene in my excitement to show Connor the dragon movie. I stared as it changed unable to move as I thought of the son that couldn't be saved. Cole. The scene had changed and Berk was now a practical utopia. I had to pull myself back, this was not a time for grief, not in front of Connor. But he seemed to still pick up on why I was silent despite my usual quietness as a viewing companion.

"You're allowed to still miss him and be upset..." His words were tentative I understood how Hank may not always be receptive to such a tactic. Swallowing my response my head turned almost too fast, the smile probably too wide to seem natural but all I could muster. The movie came to an end so I grabbed my blanket off my legs and wrapped it around my shoulders

"Did you enjoy the movie?" I asked heading for the couch Connor was sitting on. It was easier to answer any questions he might have this way.

"Yes though we have never watched an ani-"

Connor stopped mid-word his led spinning yellow. Some task took up his brain and I titled my head trying to figure it out. He could surely run more than one task and forcibly stopping like that seemed strange.

"Hello Hank."

All questions answered. I got up moving towards the tv ready to pack up for the night when Connor's voice shifted in tone to an annoyance I'd never heard before.

"You can not just expect that of her, she is doing both of us a favor Hank." A pause as I wondered what Hank asked that could upset the usually happy android.

He let out a rather long sigh turning to look at me as embarrassment flushed my face. While he was sitting in my living room and I'd only heard half of it, the conversation was probably meant to be private. Connor smiled at me though he looked troubled by whatever Hank had requested.

"Hank is uhh... unable to come and collect me tonight..." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and my mind wondered off once again wondering where he had learnt the incredibly human gesture. "He has requested that I stay here if it doesn't trouble you."

I smiled softly as Connor's face fell in anguish at the situation he had no control over. Turning back to disc and case I merely set myself to work searching for it's sequel. "Well that actually works out perfectly there's a few sequels you might enjoy as well." My voice was light and my back was turned but I could still feel his relief flow off him.

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Another few hours had passed, and it was well after midnight. Not only had I put on the sequel films but also the short ones they made in between official releases. We had the time and I had the discs. I had gotten a lot more prep work done for some presents I had been planning but now my eyelids were starting to feel heavy. I couldn't stop myself from yawning as I stood stretching as the credits rolling on the final piece of dragon related media.

It was definitely time to head to bed and with that thought I was reminded that I lived alone. I turned to look at Connor my eyes wide and he immediately grasped onto the cause of my distress and words tumbled out of my mouth. "Sorry I don't have another bedroom are you fine to..."

His own face had been in an easy smile and I remembered he was an android who didn't need to sleep. My eyes darted to the other side of the room realizing how stupid it was though unable to stop myself from finishing the statement, "spend the night on the couch you can watch some more movies or something."

I turned back an awkward smile on my face, "I am still human though so i need a few hours."

There was enjoyment in Connor's voice much to my own dismay. "Yes i do not need sleep you however should probably get ready. It's nearly four am."

I had no idea how it had gotten so late and nearly groaned at the truth before letting my head fall to my shoulder, "Hey Connor, I'm just a girl. It's been fun staying up late to watch some movies will you, besides I like being up in the night, just don't expect me to up earlier than ten." I turned to start walking toward my own bedroom leaving Connor and Minsk who had curled up to sleep on my chair many hour ago to rest.

"Hank is not an earlier riser either." Connor's reply was belated but a sign of the banter he was learning to embrace so an easy tired smile arose from within me. "Sweet you're used to it." I spun in the spot so Connor could be acknowledged without ruining my descent. "Well you can still wake me if you need something." I reached my door stopping to see if I had been heard as Connor seemed to settle himself onto my couch. His own systems enough to keep his interest until he decided to go into whatever standby or sleep mode he had.

"Good night."

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I woke up to Minsk scratching at the door, an occurrence so regular I had no idea what time he woke me anymore just that the demand was more food. But just as my legs swung over the side of the bed to open the door I heard Connor's attempt at whispering to the little feline.

"Hey your owner is sleeping lets not wake her."

Despite how loud he was being, enough for my sleepy brain to understand through a door, he was pretty adorable. I pushed forward to the door and open it surprised to find Connor on the ground. Arms out so carefully grab as the little black cat though it seemed he wouldn't actually pick him up without the cat's explicit permission. His gaze quickly rose from my cat and ankles to my face peeking though the door.

"Oh hello sorry we did not mean to wake you." He stood up with my cat in his arms. Spending a bit more time in the house it seemed Connor was accepted by the usually jealous cat.

"I'm pretty sure he did." I lean forward to kiss Minsk's head scratching his chin as affection for him filled my chest. "Hey bubba, so you want to come to bed or are you just annoying me for dinner at five?" My tone was light and mocking I was sure even Connor who hadn't regularly been around cats nor eaten dinner himself, knew what my little boy wanted.

"I can feed the creature."

My head fell to my shoulder. I wanted to close my eyes and was all too glad to give up even a small responsibility. "Thanks Connor I'll head back to bed then." A yawn interrupted me as I turned back to my warm bed. "See you in a few more hours."

"Please rest well." I was quickly becoming used to his little requests for me to enjoy myself and my rest.

A/N: I went to watch the new live action movie and I just craved the originals so I wrote this literally right now. Anyways I cried, Toothless spends this whole movie upset and I am dressing my cat up as Toothless for Halloween and apparently already attached them.

[xdivinewalkerx]

Back From The Dead

Hello everyone. I know I've been dead for a very long time and I might go dead again, but now it's the holidays and I'm gonna try to post more often. For now I've been doing some updates on things.

Update 1:Oc Upgrades

So I've been thinking of designs of my OC's human, humanoid and true forms, which I have been working on and I never did do drawings or anything yet of them. But I have been doing designs for them on griffins destiny and the first one I had upgraded was Erebus, which his name has been upgraded to, because of some issues going on in my discord server. So with our further heart I give you Erebus's new upgrade ^^

Fafnir:

Fafnir is a Night Light Fury, but he is the god of the sun. He was once wild and free until humans had captured him for studies and experiments to find out where he came from and how did he get to the lands. After when Toothless had passed one of his children were chosen to become the next Alpha of the Hidden World. Years have passed and many of the Night Lights were mysteriously going extinct, Ruffrunner had worry about the dragons in the hidden world and his species starting to disappear without a trace. So before the search began two night lights were born in the hidden world only to be watched by their mother, Ventys who's mate had died from protecting everyone while running from the hunters and humans. Ruffrunner promised that he will help keep her young ones safe as the years go by they grew as for their size, which both of the boys grew to the size of an ancient night fury. Ruffrunner didn't know why they grew to such a large size, but he thinks that it must be a gift. Few days go past as Ruffrunner became ill and couldn't help the fellow dragons of the hidden world as Ventys's son Ferin had to help keep charge of things for the Alpha, but he was worried for his brother Fafnir. When Fafnir was on his mission, he was shot down by hunters then was taken by the humans. When he was about to studied on then a war started between the hunters and trainers who had rescued him. After he was rescued, the trainers started to try to get his trust after a few months until one trainer had gotten his trust with the name of Elin. Fafnir had many adventures with Elin and they still do Adventures together to help dragons and take Fafnir back to his family.

Fafnir 's Saddle:

I am still working on his light fury patterns as for my other OCS I am working on one at a time ^^

Update 2:

The second update will be my profile. My username will be changed soon and so will my pfp.

Update 3:

The story that I was gonna do has been cancelled as many ideas have been made and I have been very busy. A new story will be revealed as soon as I have finished with ideas, title and backgrounds.

Update 4:

I will be drawing some of my ocs as their true forms, but it will take a while because of details.

Update 5:

I will make my ocs on gacha life 2 soon when I have enough time.

That is all and I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday! ^^

Important! Please read!:Please don't steal any of my ocs or they're looks and details. If any of the ocs showed from this profile please tell me. If any gifts or using any of my ocs for stories or crossovers please tag me or tell me if using them for stories or crossovers Ty! ^^

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Round Four: Berthasaura vs Caihong

Berthasaura leopoldinae

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Bertha and Leopoldina’s reptile (in honour of naturalist and women’s rights activist Bertha Maria Júlia Lutz, and first Empress of Brazil and advocate for Brazilian independence Maria Leopoldina)

Time: Uncertain, likely ~121 to 75 million years ago (Aptian to Albian stages of the Early Creataceous) but may be younger

Location: Goio-Erê Formation, Brazil

Theropods are famously carnivorous dinosaurs, but many, many groups of theropods have decided “actually but what if I didn’t” and gone vegetarian, and yet it’s still wild when another one of those pops up every now and then. Even among them though, Berthasaura is special for being the only theropod that seems to have tried to just straight up turn itself into an ornithopod. The long spindly legs, the teeny little arms, and a big head with a toothless beak all come together to create an utterly bizarre little theropod that honestly nobody could have predicted.

Berthasaura is a noasaur, and those of you familiar will at this moment be saying “oh of course it’s a noasaur” because those guys were small ceratosaurs that were basically Theropod Wacky Experimental Phase 1.0. Within this group you’ve got wild sticky-outy teeth, a single weight-bearing toe on each foot in our fellow competitor Vespersaurus, and now multiple instances of beaks evolving independently. Theropods just love to evolve a beak, what can I say? Whatever the hell Berthasaura had going on, it must have been successful because as the basalmost noasaurid currently known its direct lineage has been surviving since at least the Late Jurassic!

Caihong juji

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Rainbow with big crest

Time: 161 million years old (Oxfordian stage of the Late Jurassic)

Location: Tiaojishan Formation, China

It’s always a special treat to hear the announcement of a dinosaur with known colours, because it gives the most direct impression of how truly stunning these animals would have been to witness in real life. And Caihong might just be the most spectacular of them all so far, described in 2018 from an immaculate full-body fossil that preserves detailed feathers! Caihong’s feathers are longer than some other floofy dinosaurs, and would have had the appearance of a luxurious mane along its neck. Not only that, the fossil preserves feather microstructures that in life would have made this dinosaur gloriously iridescent!

Now iridescent dinosaurs aren’t new, Microraptor has been decked out in fabulous starling-esque plumage for a while now, but Caihong absolutely takes it to the next level. Its whole body was covered in iridescent black, including the enormous tail, but the real star of the show are the platelet-like melanosomes found on the head, neck, and the base of the tail. Different from the usual iridescent melanosomes, the structure of these tiny organelles reflects brilliantly iridescent colours, like those on the heads of hummingbirds and particularly the bright purple feathers on the necks of the trumpeter family. Caihong would have put on an absolutely dazzling jewel-toned display in the treetops or on the forest floor of prehistoric China!

[toasterdrake]

The Julieta fic was so freaking cute, she deserves so much more love and attention! <3 I saw requests are open, so if you write for him, could I request some headcanons for Hiccup helping his s/o nurse an injured bird back to health, and it's just sickly cute and they start thinking about their future together? Thank you!!

A/N: ahh thank you! i hope you enjoy this! i've got a few more julieta reqs to write so keep a lookout for them if you'd like :)

i suggest listening to a pronounciation of the endearments to get a feel for the words but if you'd rather not please note "kjære" is pronounced as a "shar-ey" sound.

Feather Touch

Hiccup Haddock x gn!reader nursing an injured bird and thinking about their future - headcanons

Language key: kjære - honey/dear, elskede - beloved

You immediately know you can't leave the poor thing to die. Hiccup has no intention to argue; he wants to help it as much as you do.

When you get back home, Hiccup makes a tiny makeshift sling for its wing.

You make a nest out of one of Hiccup's old tunics.

You keep the dragons out of the room so that they don't give the poor thing a heart attack. Toothless is very curious and keeps trying to sneak peeks at what you're up to when the door opens.

Hiccup nearly breaks multiple things (bones or trinkets you decide) attempting to get Toothless' stone bed down the stairs.

He comes back up with a bowl of warm salt water and a cloth so that you can clean the blood from the bird's feathers.

You suspect it managed to escape a Terrible Terror, judging by the bite mark in its side.

Hiccup convinces Gothi to lend some of her herbs. You make a paste for the wound to keep it from getting infected and to speed up the healing process.

You're too nervous that you might hurt the little bird - it's nothing like handling massive scaly beasts; you're the one that has the ability to crush it - so you hold it gently while Hiccup applies the paste.

As he does so, you can't help but admire how soft he is.

His face warm in candlelight, you can tell his touch is no stronger than feathers. When the bird tries to move away he hums reassuringly, pausing his ministrations until it settles again, putting its state of mind before finishing the task quickly.

He's gentle with the bird in the same way he's gentle with dragons, with drawing, with inventing, with you, with loving you.

You think of the softness of his touch on your own skin. You wonder if he would care for your body the way he cares for your health and happiness. If his fingers would feather over your hand and the gold band that could rest there like they do the bird's wing.

You can almost imagine his eyes as soft as his touch, his face lit by the same glow that illuminates him now.

Then Hiccup is finished treating the bird, and he's going downstairs to wash his hands.

You help the bird drink from a dish filled with water and feed it a handful of seeds.

You wrap a rock heated by dragon flame in cloth and leave it in the nest to keep the bird warm.

When Hiccup returns you can feel his eyes on you.

In bed, he draws nonsensical patterns on your hip. You can feel his thoughtful frown on the back of your neck where he rests his head, practically hear the cogs turning. His stubble tickles your skin.

"Kjære?" you ask for his thoughts.

"Just thinking of the future, elskede," he murmurs.

You watch the bird sleeping in the makeshift nest. It looks so fragile. Hiccup doesn't speak more, and soon his breathing deepens to a soft snore. You let it lull you to sleep.

Over the next few days the bird clings to Hiccup's finger as he raises it up and down. It instinctively lifts its wings, pumping the muscles.

You're amazed at how fast Hiccup forms a bond with it in a similar way to a dragon. Maybe he simply has a knack for creatures of the sky, you muse.

The bird leaves you fully healed within the week, helped along by the herbs Hiccup applies every day along with his custom physiotherapy.

You wonder how long it will be before something new joins you, as you touch the medallion around your neck.

~[H]~

- love, Lynx

[haruchyio]

Hi! I loved the Toman as kids in daycare, could you do that for bonten? Tysm!

tokyo manji daycare hcs

— children!bonten members + caretaker!reader (separate) ft. kurokawa izana

— themes. fluff, crack, bonten members with chubby hands

— toman members ver.

# sano manjiro.

you don't understand him at all. one minute he's happily playing with his friends, and then he'll be sulking in a corner somewhere the next. there are times he'll just be at the corner of the room, quiet and unbothered that you'd begin to worry if he's doing okay.

# sanzu haruchiyo.

this baby is so hard to understand because he's always so hyper!! you never know what's going on in his mind. he's always running around the room, looking for trouble. he likes sticking things up his nose or hide his greens under the carpet and blame it on someone else. very troubelsome baby but he's my baby

# akashi takeomi.

he would stare at the window that displays the playground behind the building. he always occupied the swing, and ignores the cries of the children who was begging for their turn on the swing. if he's not there, then you'd find him sleeping on the sandbox while the haitani twins bury his lower half with sand. (you'll have to clean him up later and scold the twins)

# hajime kokonoi.

this baby loves listening to lullabies, especially when he's about to sleep. you'll hear him sometimes trying to sing along but it always end up a babbled mess. there are times where he'd pull on your clothes and just stare at you because he wants you to sing him his favorite song. if you're lucky, you might get to see him doing his little wiggly dance (don't laugh at him when he stumbles! he'll cry!)

# haitani ran.

has a fixation with magic but he doesn't know whta that word is. his eyes would literally form stars when you "steal" his nose or when your thumb magically disappears into thin air. normally, other kids would cry about their body parts being stolen from them, but you'd see ran laughing and clapping his cute hands, as if saying again! do it again!

# haitani rindou.

he and his brother are always fighting, most of the time he initiated it though. it starts with him biting ran's fingers with his toothless gums, or steal his toys and run away so ran will run after him. he also has an obsession with dogs. everytime he sees one, whether it be on the tv or a storybook, expect that he'll be stealing that from you and stare at it until he gets sick of it.

# kakucho hitto.

drawings!! always seen holding a bright crayon and a piece of paper. he'll just be sitting and coloring until he gets tired, and he will give you his masterpieces and you'd tape them on the wall proudly. he loves compliments alot!! when he feels happy, he'll draw you and him holding hands—and wait, why is the sun red?

# kurokawa izana.

he loves being held, carried, touched—just everything!! he makes these little grabby hands towards you (or at any kids for that matter) when he's asking for a hug. he pouts when rejected and will cry under the blanket until someone goes up to hug him. (baby kakucho will always be the one who finds him!!!)

© sen (haruchyio). all rights reserved. no work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without my permission.

[a-mysterious-wisp-of-mist]

I had not quite imagined Murat's domain to look like this,

Eugène admits to Bessières. As their two horses trot leisurely along the narrow cobblestone alleys, to his great surprise he feels almost entirely at ease. Sunlight paints the somewhat rundown houses golden, the air still smells like spring, there's a light breeze coming up from the river.

He does not know what he has expected on learning that they would see an afterlife à la Murat. Probably something very colourful. Maybe Naples, the most beautiful city of the Mediterranean, the Gulf of Naples in all its breathtaking azure glamour, the island of Capri, a smoking Vesuvius in the background. Or maybe a large stud farm. In his worst moments, he has imagined he will enter a huge wardrobe, nothing but clothes in bright and clashing colours, feathers and golden embroidery.

But this? It's as unlike the exuberant, ostentatious "Roi Franconi" as Eugène can imagine. It's almost ... serene.

He does not quite remember if he's come here before when he accompanied Bessières, playing, as they had joked, the chaperone when Bessières visited his future bride. But towns in Southern France like this one he has seen before, and he genuinely enjoys its atmosphere.

It takes a while until he realizes that this afterlife, too, has its peculiarities, its quirks, just like Lannes'. His head whips around when, for a heartbeat only, but crystal clear and without any doubt, an illumination lights up on the wall next to him, in a strange green light brighter than any other illumination he has ever seen. A reflection in the window of a shop shows him a young woman, wearing a man's clothes and holding a little boy by the hand. But when he turns around, there's an old lady, her head covered by a fringed scarf, sitting on a bench and sending him a toothless smile.

It's as if a strange second life flickers into the happy picture before Eugène's eyes. And whenever it touches him, whenever the light of another wall illumination falls on him, or when he has to move out of the way of somebody balancing and going incredibly fast on a strange, slim two-wheel vehicle, he feels his strength waver, his view blurring, his throughts getting muddled. Somebody looking at him in such a moment might see him briefly turn pale, or rather grey, losing colour like a faded drawing.

But that's over in the blink of an eye. As soon as the image of 18th century Cahors is back, so is he.

Where do we need to go?

Something Old, Something New

Previously: The Prince and the Hunter (1, 2, 3, 4)

Here, in the domain of the King of Naples, except for one day of the year, the sun never sets. Except for one day of the year, the weather is reminiscent of the last days of spring, before the heat of summer rises.

Like time captured in a bottle, the domain of the King of Naples is the village of Cahors as he had known it in his youth, when he'd been sent there to attend school. There is the ancient bridge over the River Lot called the Pont Valentre where he and the young Bessières would spend long hours dangling fishing lines off of on those days they were free to roam. And the Cathédrale Saint-Etienne, already nearly a millennium old before either of them had been born. The town jail known as the Château de Roi, and the Église Saint-Barthélemy, and the old watermill, the Moulin St-James.

The Cahors of Murat's memory hugs the eastern side of the U-shaped bend of the River Lot. And if one takes time to watch, an observer may see the intrusions. For the Domain of Murat is but a layer, a separate dimension, if one will. It is the land of the dead, the past, and ghosts, separated by a porous boundary from the world of the living.

The land of the living intrudes upon the land of the dead. Like bright afterimages, the immaterial shapes of artifacts and people from the present Age of Man glimmer briefly and vanish. One of those self-propelled carriages called a car, or a moped, or perhaps a lost pair of tourists leave behind luminous impressions upon the land of the dead. Stop to stare through a glassmakers' shop window from Murat's time, and one might find it suddenly replaced by the large windows of a shop hawking mysterious and arcane artifacts from the Present Age. And then, just as quickly, the shop front will revert once more.

Some artifacts from the Present Age, and the ages before, will find their way into the domain of the King of Naples, slipping through the cracks in reality between worlds. People are as ever forgetful, and they forget where they leave their wallets, their passports, their keys, their precious jewelry. They forget them, they lose them, and these artifacts turn up in Murat's domain. The crypt beneath the Cathédrale Saint-Etienne is well-stocked and open to any of his fellow dead who might think they might have something there they may need or want.

So too locations and buildings that may not have been built during Murat's time as a living man also find their way into the land of the dead. Here is a central plaza, where the living hold festivals and gatherings. And at one end of the plaza is a tranquil fountain, where a bronze statue of Neptune presides over a natural spring. Squint, and you might see the living world, shimmering like mirages in the desert, two statues flanking the spring's entrance: a statue of Joachim Murat, and a statue of Jean-Baptiste Bessières.

( @rapports-de-combat, @le-fils)