#or maybe even how the muscles on toothlesses back move

[vala-dreams]

So I have a fever and I decided to rewatch httyd 1 for the thousanth time

Now I'm pretty sure a lot of people have already pointed this out, but have y'all noticed that hiccup doesn't really have much control over where they're going when it comes to flying with toothless?

Like during that scene when they take astrid flying for the first time and toothless terrorizes her with all the aerial stunts? And when they first end up in the red death's nest? If Hiccup had any significant control over their flight I feel like he would have at least put a stop to the former scene.

So it seems like all he can do is aid toothless in flight—predict how he's gonna fly, what tailfin positions they're gonna use and trajectory and speed and so many other things. Especially when they're pulling those crazy stunts.

Which really makes you appreciate his bond with toothless and how in sync they are

And no there is no point to this post I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm still alive and also appreciate the world's greatest movie

[dragonmasterhiccup]

My question may be a bit ridiculous but I still want to ask based on your analysis,

In the HTTYD series, Hiccup was always called "Fishbone" because he was born prematurely, yes, he was like that in the first movie and he couldn't even lift a bucket of water, but in the next movies, the armor he wore was mostly made of iron pieces. In order to prevent hard falls and to soften the blows, the thickness of the iron should be thicker than normal, right? Technically, it would probably be like that. Okay, back to the question, damn.. I forgot the question I was going to ask. Okay wait, it takes physical effort to lift that much weight, but when we examined his costume, and even in the first scene of the movie, during the secret attack, we saw a soldier say to Hiccup "People don't have such fishbone legs!" (That's how it was in my language, I can't remember the English version, excuse me.) So.. is this physically possible???

To be honest, it's a question that has been on my mind for days before going to bed and has been keeping me awake for ridiculous reasons..

Not ridiculous at all! It's a great question!

I did a little research just to be sure, but it is entirely possible to be lean and strong, it does have to do with how you exercise though. It's like with gymnasts, they are incredibly strong, but also can be on the leaner side.

I also had to scroll back a bit on my blog to reference this post that also talks about Hiccup's strength.

I don't think it's ever explicitly stated when he started working in the forge with Gobber, but smithing does take a considerable amount of muscle, not to mention just holding on to Toothless while he flies. Using his flight suit as well must use a good amount of strength. Now, based on how quickly he made Toothless' tail, I'm guessing he had been in the forge a couple years at least. There are headcanons that he was sick a lot growing up, and that could also explain why he's so small for his age and not as strong in the first movie as he is a few years later in Race to the Edge and the other two films.

I like the fishbone callback! In English, I believe the line was "No human has legs that skinny!"

Do animated films play a little with the laws of physics? Definitely!

But, we do see many instances proving that Hiccup is stronger than he looks. I'll just name a few off the top of my head:

• Knocking Dagur off a cliff

• Knocking Toothless off a cliff

• Stopping a man twice his size wielding an axe with rope that Hiccup is holding taught (I literally had to rewind and make sure I had seen that right, but it's true! He does)

• Catching and carrying Astrid when she was dead weight easily

These examples are all from Race to the Edge, I'm sure there are some from the movies, but those are just what came to mind first.

And you're right, his armor definitely isn't light. Based on the color, it's probably not Gronckle iron since it has a specific coloring and a distinct pattern (though that would make more sense for his armor, as it's known to be lightweight and incredibly strong). The pieces do look thick, at least a 1/4-1/2 inch maybe (at least the shoulder pieces, but don't quote me on that), and wearing it as much as he does is bound to build up muscle.

It does appear that Hiccup takes more after Valka physically, and she is lean and definitely muscular as well. I'm no expert, but the fluidity in which she moves using her staff and while standing on Cloudjumper proves that she's strong while staying on the thinner side.

Since Hiccup is often underestimated due to his size and age, I like that this is another area where he takes people by surprise.

[saturnniidae]

As someone who loves both httyd and wakfu I am BEGGING you to talk more about this

Well it wasn't much more than a passing thought I wrote down before i forgot it and I was gonna apologize and say I've not thought of much but character classes, but I blacked out and went into a frenzy.

So for character classes:

Hiccup: Eliatrope and Toothless is his dragon brother

Astrid: Feca or Cra (though I could maybe see her being a Iop too?)

Snotlout: Iop

Twins: Iops as well (I'd say most of Berk's population is)

I'm kind of stuck on what Fishlegs would be. huppermage? Maybe? Idk

Dagur: Sacrier

Heather: Sram

Undecided on what I'd want Viggo to be, or if I'm even going to include him but I'm open to any suggestions.

And for a Rotbtd version (bc I contracted that disease recently):

Merida: Cra

Jack: Rogue

Rapunzel: Eniripsa

But I don't have much more than that for this version rn.

And then I have some story ideas for it but I'll put them under the cut because it's kind of a lot

Berk is a a small coastline port village known for its fishing and inhabitants with ridiculous names and violent tendencies (most of them are Iops).

(Debating on its actual location but I can't for the life of me find a map for the World of Twelve that's actually labeled 💀)

Stoick is a Iop and chief of the village. He found Hiccup when he was an infant. He's never actually sat Hiccup down and given him the "you're adopted" talk, but they're both aware of it. This doesn't really have any strain on their relationship though (they love each other, but like in canon, are shit at actually showing it) the fights they have are over other things, mostly Hiccup's hazardous passion projects. And later, Hiccup's desire to leave Berk.

Hiccup is the village blacksmith's apprentice, but is often distracted with his own projects.

He is more focused on making inventions powered by wakfu than honing his own abilities beyond portal making (because of this, they often explode). as well as seemingly having a lack of interest in finding out about himself and what he is. Beyond the fact that deep down, he knows he is not human. He still wants to get out of Berk and dreams of exploring the World of Twelve.

Hiccup lost his left leg below the knee in an accident he indirectly caused when he was 14. Part of why he doesn't like using his powers.

(If you've watched the show, you'll know that when Yugo makes two portals and puts them in front of each other, it creates a beam of energy that essentially decimates whatever it comes into contact with. And iirc it's mostly been used on machines and such, so I don't think organic matter like bone muscle and flesh would stand a chance.)

Fishlegs is the closest thing he has to a friend. they'll eagerly talk about his inventions, until Fishlegs asks Hiccup to go more in depth on how his powers work, then Hiccup shuts him out. Usally after a few days of silent treatment things go back to normal and they act like it never happened.

Snotlout is Hiccup's cousin who used to bully him but has stopped (doing it outright anyway, ofc he's still rude and we love him for it <3) due to a begruding respect for Hiccup, not that he'll ever admit it (and perhaps out of fear, after all blowing your leg off and accidentally destroying half the village, intentional or not, is an impressive feat). The twins follow Hiccup around in hopes to see what disaster he'll cause next. They're the reason Hiccup moved his 'Workshop' out of the smithy and into a remote clearing in the forest miles away from the village proper.

Toothless is Hiccup's dragon brother and has been searching for Hiccup for years, but Hiccup is so out of tune with his wakfu their connection was almost completely severed and Toothless is unable locate him. Until recently Hiccup had no idea Toothless existed, beyond a lifelong feeling of something being very distinctly wrong and the occasional vague prodding sensation in the back of his head (Toothless trying his absolute hardest to get through to him).

I have no idea what I want to do for Astrid tbh. I want to do her justice which is why I'm so indecisive.

And I have nothing for Heather and Dagur beyond what their classes would be honestly. Something will come to me eventually though.

If anyone has any questions (especially abt wakfu if you're only familiar with httyd) feel free to shoot me an ask and I'd love to elaborate!

(Also a lot of this is subject to change if I have any better ideas)

[bignostalgias]

Hi! If you still feel like it, maybe a 🌈 or an ☔ from the wip ask game?

Thank you, have a nice dayy 🙌🏼

(The translation au, just MWAH 👌🏼💓)

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💕

This is like. Semi-angsty-semi-fluffy? Hope you enjoy!

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP

It was startling, after so long being intangible, how easy it was to be touched. A tap on his shoulder, a playful punch from Astrid, getting jostled in the mead hall, pulled in two different directions by the twins - it was all familiar. Even before, Jack had always felt solid, always felt real - it was the world he couldn’t grasp, couldn’t hold on to.

This was different. The reaching out to touch. That he could, if he wanted.

That he could ask for it.

Hiccup humored him, even if he didn’t understand what Jack was thinking. They hadn’t progressed that far with the Norse lessons yet. Jack would press his palm to Hiccup’s arm, keep it there, to confirm he wouldn’t fall through, and pull back. Then do it again, just to make sure. At first, Hiccup would raise an eyebrow at him and say something concerned or teasing in Norse, but didn’t move away.

(Hiccup wasn’t the sort to move away, Jack noticed. Get distracted, sure, go on spontaneous misadventures with Toothless - but he always returned. Even in arguments with his father - mostly about Jack, which he could tell despite the language barrier - Hiccup always stood his ground. Skinnier and more awkward than his Viking peers, but nevertheless a force.)

Hiccup leaned into Jack’s touches, now, and unnervingly could tell when Jack needed reassurance. In a particularly bold move that Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at when it happened, Hiccup took Jack’s hand from his shoulder and held it in his own. He looked embarrassed, and tried to slip away, but Jack didn’t let go. Then Hiccup smiled, in that goofy lopsided way that shows off the gap in his teeth, and Jack felt everything inside him twist up.

He realized - he wanted -

The first time Hiccup hugged him he was standing in a lake up to his knees and shivering. Was he sleepwalking? He didn’t remember closing his eyes -

Hiccup was talking in his ear in a breathy, panicked tone that made his words blur together and his voice more nasally than usual. Jack swayed a little and Hiccup swayed with him, still talking. Given Hiccup’s height, Jack’s face was crushed into his neck, which couldn’t have been comfortable, but Hiccup’s gangly arms were locked around his upper back and it was futile to move. Strangely, the first thing Jack registered as he awoke was that Hiccup wasn’t wearing his leather armor. The lake water bit at his calves, but Hiccup was warm through the rough fabric of his tunic. It was the kind of warmth Jack had been reveling in since becoming mortal again - comfortable and innnate.

“Jack - Jack?” Those words he recognized. Jack blinked, and Hiccup leaned back slightly to gauge his expression. He was frowning, eyebrows furrowed together, almost merging into one. His hands slid to clutch at Jack’s shoulders, never once breaking contact. Jack’s mouth was dry.

He had no memory of his dream, but he assumed it wasn’t good if this was where he ended up. He gave Hiccup a sleepy smile to tell him I’m fine, really. According to Hiccup’s immediate deadpan stare, it wasn’t very convincing.

Jack suddenly was very aware that his arms hung limply at his sides, and had been since he woke up. That wouldn’t do. He ducked his face into Hiccup’s neck again, at a better angle this time, and hugged him back. And he was solid, not made of motes of light or sand, but flesh and bone and lean muscle.

Every time Jack held Hiccup’s hand, he held it like it might dissipate. Jack imagined himself holding the pieces of Hiccup together in this embrace, to stop them from floating off, and maybe he wasn’t fully awake, maybe Hiccup’s everything made him reckless. Hiccup was warm, and held him just as recklessly, and Jack felt real.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

If anyone remembers the hijack Ghost!AU, you get a bignostalgias veterans discount (it’s only been a few months but it feels like so much has changed in that time fjdjdjd). It was my first real attempt at making comics after a year, so it was partly a way to prove to myself I could and I had a lot of fun posting on tumblr again. However, it wasn’t planned out at all, and I lost steam pretty quickly - one day I may return to it, but in the meantime, I’ll leave a snippet from the outlining I attempted lol!

- “You’re gonna help him…move on?” Astrid’s eyebrows furrow together and she casts Hiccup a side glance. “To Valhalla?”

- Hiccup nods. “That’s the idea.”

- Astrid keeps looking at him with an unreadable but undoubtedly concerned expression. “Is that what you want? I mean - that’s what he wants, and that is what’s most important -“

- “Astrid?”

- “Hiccup,” Astrid huffs. “When he leaves, will you be okay?”

- That throws Hiccup for a moment. An OH MOMENT. Maybe a brief montage sequence that ends with: “I’ll have to be,” he says, resigned.

[awanderingdeal]

This was supposed to be funny, but some how we got into Sirius parent trauma....

so yeah,

content warning for implied past parental abuse.

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove

Rating: G

"Leo! Pass it to me!" Harry called, banging his stick eagerly against the ice. Leo obliged, earning a toothless grin as Harry collected the puck.

With a slight wobble - he was still getting used to his recent growth spurt - Harry turned to make his way up to the other end of the ice. The turning issue aside, Sirius noticed he moved much more steadily than he did even six months ago.

Still, Pascal stole the puck from Harry with ease. "Got you," Pascal said. Small lines creased the skin around his eyes and mouth as laughter bubbled on his lips.

"Dumo," he spat. "Dumo. More like Dumbo."

"Harry James Potter!"

Sirius jerked his head upright. He'd almost forgotten James there; a mess of hair and hazel coloured eyes just visible over the wall which surrounded the rink. He must be kneeling now, but the last Sirius had seen he'd been sat colouring pictures with the youngest Weasley. He held his breath for a second, releasing it in a slow controlled manner just as his therapist had taught him. And another. This was James.

He let his eyes land on Harry again. His Godson was looking up at Pascal petulently, his small fist in a tight grip around his stick.

"Harry," James said again. "Come here please."

For a second, it seemed Harry was going to disobey his father. Then his shoulders dropped, he tore his gaze away from Pascal's gently raised eyebrow and started a slow skate over to James. Sirius felt his own muscles relax.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm on his hand, hoping he appeared nochalent whilst he strained his ears. He was sure he could hear everything but James.

"And this is why not having children is good thing," Logan laughed. "They say terrible two's but it should be more like terrible tens."

"He's eight," Leo snorted.

"It keeps you on your toes. Keeps you young," Pascal said.

"Alright, old man." Logan shook his head fondly, taking the puck off the end of Pascal's stick. "Who's got who now?"

"Leo, how fond of this one are you?"

"Can't lie, I quite like him," Leo laughed.

Pascal grunted. "Shame."

Sirius made his lips curl up into the smile he knew would be expected, glancing over at James and Harry with every third breath. His mouth was dry and he needed water, but he wasn't sure if he stood his legs would bear his weight. And Remus had gone to get drinks. It'd be weird if he followed. Or would it? Yeah, Remus would know. Maybe he wanted him to know?

Just as he thought his the pulsing behind his eyes was going to get too much and his head would actually explode, James smiled. He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, his lips forming familar words. "Love you kiddo."

As Harry skated back out onto the ice, Sirius took another breath. This time his body knew what to do with it. James met his eyes now, rolling his eyes in Harry's direction. The smile Sirius returned was more genuine.

"My dad says I have to apologise to you," Sirius heard Harry mutter some what in Pascal's direction.

"Okay," Pascal nodded.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I shouldn't have called you Dumbo. It was rude.

Pascal nodded again and Harry straightened up a little. "Apology accepted. Thank you."

"Can we play again now? But can you let me keep the puck at least sometimes. It's not fun otherwise."

Sirius frowned, guilt replacing the fear that had just been. James was a good dad. James was not either one of his parents. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to scrub away the guilty feeling.

"Hey love," Remus sat down, handing Sirius a drink. Remus' weight against his side was familiar and warm, comforting in a way nothing else was.

"I'm fine," Sirius said.

"I didn't say you weren't," Remus said, fixing his eyes on Sirius. He stared and Sirius knew he was assessing the situation. They'd done this enough times. "Do you want to talk about it or leave it for Thursday?"

Thursday. Therapy day. God, he was going to have so much to talk about this week.

"Thursday," Sirius replied. "I just...I forgot who I was with for a bit. I'll tell you about it later."

Remus didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Sirius' jaw and curling their fingers together. Sirius leaned into him, letting himself relax back into watch his friends. His good friends, who were good parents.

[loverofwhump216]

HTTYD Fanfic Snippet: Pain In Solitude

"Hiccup lay on the floor of his prison, not daring to move a muscle. Every inch of him screamed in pain from the injuries Skade had spent all day inflicting. His body was littered with cuts of varying degrees, welts from a whip, and bruising from a mace, and he was pretty sure he was stabbed at some point, or maybe it was a burn. But at that point, his nervous system had been overloaded. Sure, he felt the pain, but it was all blurred together.

Skade had refused to let the healer be anywhere near him. If he died, he died. No one was to come near him, talk to him, look at him, or even speak about him. He was to be left alone to suffer as punishment for misleading them. It was to remain this way until he decided to cooperate. Only after he told them where the dragons were would he be allowed to receive care.

Hiccup looked at the dried blood that covered the parts of his tattered tunic that he could see. He'd throw up if he had anything in his stomach. He needed to find the strength to move and clean himself with what he had, which wasn't much. During his session with Skade, someone had cleaned out his cage of all that he had acquired. They left behind only the used bandages. The tonics, bones, his vest, and what little water he had managed to collect were all gone.

After several painful minutes, Hiccup managed to drag himself over to the tattered bandages. It took even longer for him to sit up enough so he could work on unraveling the bandages. As he worked, he thought about Astrid, who was back on Berk, thinking he was probably almost to Saman by now. If Skade was right and it had really been three weeks, it would be another six or so weeks before she began to really worry about him. He doubted he would last that long."

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, OC, Toothless, Dagur

Summary Hiccup goes on a solo soul-seeking journey to an island founded by his ancestors. However the Archipelago has other plans. Shortly after leaving New Berk, he is captured by Dragon Hunters, demanding he lead them to the Hidden World. With no one realizing he's being held captive, he must figure out how to buy time for himself and the dragons. Set about a year after HTTYD3. TW: Blood, torture, isolation, mentions of death, PTSD. Reviews and Kudos are loved.

[scully-xo]

Fic: Quantum Files - part 2 of ?

Fictober, part 2 / My version of fictober: No beta readers. Quick drafts. Incomplete, though outlined. Next chapter to follow in a few days. Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022

AO3 Link

X-Files/Quantum Leap crossover, rated T, words 1820/4449, Canon Divergence, Pining, Slow Burn (kind of)

Not much Quantum Leap here except the leaping and concept, it’s all XF. (You don’t need to know anything about QL to get this fic.)

Summary:

Mulder never went to the academy, he went to grad school. Did he make the right choice? As his dissertation defense looms on the horizon, he impulsively signs up for a study conducted by a few physics researchers on campus: the Center for Temporal Studies. It will change his life in more ways than one.  

Read Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

It was 24 hours before he found out that everyone else was just as surprised at what happened. Almost everyone.

Until then, he tried to follow what the other people did. Moved his cart to the outskirts of the park. Someone called him ‘Tom’, so that’s what his name was now. He was hungry, and felt another need, deep in his bones. Nicotine. Maybe something else. He settled for setting out a ballcap, which had hung on the edge of his cart, and trying to get a few coins from the passerby.

Most didn’t even look at him, like that first couple that walked past him on the bench. A few people left spare change. Barely enough for a coffee. He tried to smile, but his reflection in a glass window told him it might not work in his favor. A toothless grin, hunched over and small, looking less like a human and more like some sort of animal, covered in his fur-clothes, eyes watery and hopeful. By mid-afternoon he finally had enough to buy himself a hotdog and a bottle of water, though everyone else went for the sugary fountain drinks. They were refillable. Cheaper.

He moved back to the bench to sleep, but found someone else there, a woman nodding off in a drug haze. His cart rattling, he moved on. What rules would he break if he settled on a different one? Did they have territory? Instead of deciding on a bench, he curled up beneath some bushes, laying on a tattered blanket and curling into a ball.

He awoke with sore muscles, a kink in his neck. And the gnawing nausea of an empty belly. His dreams were the same. Vague and terrifying. He was powerless. Small and insignificant in the face of it all. The same ones he had before he was Tom. At least he knew he was still himself if he had the same dreams.

When he opened his eyes, Scully was there.

She was sitting nearby, looking at him like she recognized him.

“Mulder.”

“Not having my best day.” His voice was different, thick with an accent he couldn’t place.

She didn’t seem to notice, reaching out to touch him, but her hand passed through his own. Not even a chill, like she was some sort of ghost. Her image fluttered, but then solidified. “How are you?”

“Why don’t we start with telling me what the hell is going on?”

Her cheeks flushed pink. So real. Was it him that was the apparition? He wiped his face. The hunger was real, the soreness. His balls itched like a son-of-a-bitch. Too real.

“You disappeared, Mulder. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” Again, she reached out, but stopped herself before her hand could pass through his own again. It was better that way. Made him think she actually could touch him. “We contacted Dr. Singh and he came down right away. Wouldn’t let any of us leave. Dr. Gallagher came soon after, sat us all down. Apparently they planned it, but didn’t know it would actually work.”

“That what would work? I get shunted away to some other place, get turned into someone else? Name’s Tom now, by the way. Raw deal.”

Scully swallowed. Her eyes burned. Anger and something else. “That device around your neck, Mulder, it lets us find you. It lets me appear to you. And I see you, not this Tom.”

“That’s something at least. So, now what? How do I get back?”

Her face dropped, bright hair falling in front of her face. The sun glinted off the strands, turning it into a sunset. She was so real, but he resisted the urge to reach out and break the illusion.

“We’re working on it. As far as I know, you were pulled to this time and place by a particular event. A ripple in time. Something’s supposed to happen, and if you alter it, change the flow, we can open up a window for you to return.”

“How… “ Mulder rubbed his eyes. “That’s pretty damn vague.”

“I know. I’ll… I’ll know more when I get back.”

“You’re leaving? Scully, I… I know I’m not my best right now but it kinda sucks being alone.”

Her eyes met his. Lips pursed. “We’re going to get you back. I promise.”

“You also promised me I wouldn’t feel a thing. Believe me, I feel this.”

“I was misled.” Her eyes were wet. Shining out at him. “It won’t happen again. For now, until we get more information just try to stay low. Don’t lose that device.”

“Will… will you always be the one that appears?”

Eyes soft, she smiled. “If you want–”

“Yes. Please.”

She nodded. “Stay safe.”

“Just hurry.”

He blinked, and she was gone.

When he looked around, he noticed a few other homeless people had moved farther away from him. A couple kids were staring, their parents pulling them away.

Great, just great. Dirty, homeless, and now crazy. At least it would be easier to avoid people, if they avoided him first.

Hunkering down by the bushes, wrapping himself in Tom’s extra coat, Mulder waited.

***

Stomach cramping, Mulder decided to risk panhandling. He moved to the edge of the park and sat by a busy sidewalk, noting the time by the crowds. Must be the end of the work day. Businessmen and women walking with purpose from the tall skyscrapers that framed the park. He didn’t recognize anything; hell, he didn’t recognize himself. It was a strange sensation, like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Like being transported away by a good book, living the characters’ lives, drawn into their world with a few words on a page. But he couldn’t turn the page, close the book, and return to his own life.

Making the same non-threatening posture, he made his few coins and purchased what he could. When he returned to his spot, it was occupied by a young girl. Half her head short, but not shaved, the rest hanging over her face. Piercings on her lip and brow and dark makeup slashed over her eyes. She eyed him dangerously, though she must only be about 14. Must have parents, or someone who cared about her. Or, maybe not.

He moved to a spot nearby, and tried to watch without being obvious about it.

She hunched over her patchwork backpack and eyed the pedestrians as they wandered past. As they pretended she didn’t exist, so they didn’t have to feel bad. With him, they could tell themselves a story about addiction and bad choices, but what could they invent that could blame a mere girl?

The evening approached, dusk laying its dark blanket over the park. Streetlights came on. The crowds dwindled. But the park came alive. The people who called it their home came out from hiding, feeling safer under the cover of darkness. You couldn’t be pushed around by cops who could do what they wanted, knowing no one cared. Couldn’t be glared at by passersby or spat at by someone feeling particularly angry at a stranger. At what they represented.

Mulder had taken to calling the young girl Julie, though he wasn’t brave enough to ask for her real name. Most others who approached her were driven off by a glare, but late in the evening, she was approached by a man who was braver than most. Someone who wouldn’t leave her alone, despite her sharp words and body language.

He couldn’t help himself. “Get outta here!”

The other man glanced at him, then laughed. “Mind your business, old man.”

Bustling over with his rattling cart, Mulder plopped right next to her, straightening his shoulders as much as he could. He was only a few inches taller than the girl, and the other man looked down upon him. It gave him vertigo, like he was watching someone seven feet tall, like the whole world had expanded except for him.

“I said, leave us alone.” The stranger’s eyes flashed, then as he moved, became shadowed in the lamplight. “We’re just talking, right, honey?”

“I don’t need your help, asshole.” Her words were directed towards Tom, though she used the opportunity to step behind him, maneuvering away from the other guy.

The stranger attempted to move around him, but Mulder blocked his way. A shove, and he landed on his ass. Scrambling up, Mulder caught the guy with a sharp check to his shoulder, barely moving him from his place. It worked though, rage directed towards him instead of at whatever he wanted with Julie. She took off into the darkness as the stranger turned on Mulder.

He didn’t have much. The broken body of Tom. No FBI training. Just whatever laid inside him, telling him to push. He curled into a ball and took the beating, and gave a bit back. Enough that the stranger decided to give up, that ol’ Tom wasn’t worth it. A crowd had gathered, and they seemed to take Tom’s side. Whispers spiderwebbed, told some truths about what a few of them witnessed.

And then Scully appeared, crouching over Mulder’s broken body. Her hand hovered over his shoulder. “Mulder.”

He grunted, turning his face towards her, skin almost translucent under the streetlights. Hair a slash of bloody red. He wiped his face and came away with a match.

“You did it. There's a window, just need to get back to where you started. I think… it should stay open for 30 minutes.”

“Dunno if I can walk.”

Scully knelt beside him. “Please, Mulder. Try.”

So he did. She stayed with him as long as she could, but when he saw his bench off in the distance, now unoccupied, she flickered again. A smile lit up her face before she disappeared completely. Maybe, when he got back, he could skip the month. Maybe she would feel like she owed him one. Even if it hurt his pride to accept such a deal, he’d take it.

He parked the cart half on the grass, half on the asphalt and sat on the bouncy wood. Hopefully one of those people that saw Tom fight off that jerk would help him out. Hopefully that girl would find somewhere safe. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched.

>>> FLASH <<<

The pain left his body.

But instead of a hard metal chair, surrounded by plastic, he was standing up. He opened his eyes. He was behind a bar. Washcloth in one hand, glass in another. Loud country music blared. Crowds chatted in a row before him, like he was a pastor standing in front of his parishioners.

“Noah! Hit me.”

A glass slid across the bar towards him. He caught it without thinking. Grabbed a bottle beneath the bar and poured. Slid it back, like he’d done it thousands of times. This second leap, he remembered everything, instantly, once he felt the device laying snug against his chest.

Mother. Fucker.

[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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assassin’s creed valhalla starters

words within ‘()’ are additional, optional choices! more maybe to be added at a later date. some n/sfw present. 

❝ you should see the other man. he got the worst of it. ❞   ❝ and who better to lead us to glory than me? ❞ ❝ i am most at home helping others. ❞       ❝ i’ve waited long enough for you, and you for me. ❞   ❝ thank you for not saying anything about my past. ❞       ❝ know that however far away, you’re always in my thoughts. ❞   ❝ when you see your god, tell them i sent you. ❞   ❝ what you make up in muscles, you’re lacking in spine. ❞   ❝ i almost envy you, to see the world through such a muddy glass and live with such petty concerns. ❞   ❝ i smell the stink of a dozen kingdoms in your beard. ❞   ❝ this feud is not yours, yet you fight it all the same. i find that strange. ❞   ❝ by the look on your face, you have lost your will to live. ❞   ❝ my arms are numb from battle. does it need any dressing?    do you think it is a serious wound? ❞   ❝ oh dear. this is not how i foresaw things. not at all! ❞   ❝ should we take this to your chamber? ❞   ❝ i want this. i want you. ❞   ❝ turn around, walk away, and you keep your insides inside. ❞   ❝ stay back! back! i will fight you! ❞   ❝ you look like reddened shit. what happened? ❞   ❝ i have always wanted to experience the world as you do. ❞   ❝ you come like a valkyrie out of a fog. but i have no dead to give you. ❞   ❝ all right, stay close and do as i do. ❞   ❝ home. or...it was home, once. now it is nothing but bone. ❞   ❝ i’ll have no qualms wiping clean your grin. ❞   ❝ just take care. such hatred can make you careless. ❞   ❝ away from your table for a day and you are already lusting for blood. ❞   ❝ if i did not know any better, i would say you are teasing me. ❞   ❝ the dream of new lands is a powerful lure. ❞   ❝ i love climbing up here. makes me feel as high as a raven. ❞   ❝ if i don’t find your horse, i will steal you a new one. ❞   ❝ i feel somewhat trapped. in this room, in this settlement, in this life. ❞   ❝ you are lost in a sea-storm of your own making. ❞   ❝ the poet in you sings once again. ❞   ❝ tonight, we will eat and drink like gods and wake in a kingdom made new. ❞   ❝ i wish i understood you better. for those i do not understand, i do not trust. (and i cannot stomach a lack of trust.) ❞ ❝ i’ve been called worse. ❞   ❝ you have nothing to fear from me. i bear you no ill will. ❞   ❝ you are a shadow of your father. weak and witless. ❞   ❝ what is this? is this...are we in hell? ❞   ❝ keep company with kings and you will soon have a crown of your own. ❞   ❝ a toothless cub may grow to be a dangerous wolf. ❞   ❝ you are far too young to speak so wise. ❞   ❝ i need clear, sound judgement. i need you. ❞   ❝ kind and courageous people live the best lives, but it can be a difficult path to keep. ❞ ❝ i want to say...i love you. and i have for some time. ❞ ❝ you smell that? the stink of jealousy. (of our budding friendship, i think). ❞   ❝ ah, while i have you, i’m reminded...i have this for you. ❞   ❝ your lies are just like you. big and bold. ❞   ❝ don’t excuse yourself. you enjoy this too much. ❞   ❝ you've come back. why are you wasting your time with me? ❞   ❝ care to sing a song? helps me pass the time. ❞   ❝ that is twice you have earned my admiration. ❞   ❝ you have only the setting sun to tell you when to stop. ❞   ❝ i want to know what you know. name your price. ❞   ❝ people like you deserve something worse than death. ❞   ❝ they called me a lout, a disgrace. they were right. ❞   ❝ i will have to get used to watching the sights of war from afar now. ❞   ❝ there’s no other way. fight or hide. it’s up to you. ❞   ❝ do not think me a coward. i am not afraid of war. ❞   ❝ friendships end. often at the point of a spear. ❞ ❝ i will make you beg as your father begged. ❞   ❝ (until that time,) it would be best to keep all discussions about...    about us to yourself. ❞ ❝ without you i would have lost my way a thousand times. ❞   ❝ you have no other friends. so tread lightly here. ❞   ❝ be it a blessing or a curse, family is always first. ❞   ❝ let’s not walk too far with that idea. i need you right where you are. ❞   ❝ you bested me. yet, i’m the one left standing. ❞   ❝ it’s a pleasure to meet you at least. ❞   ❝ you and your people here have done more for me than i could ever repay. ❞   ❝ you have my highest respect, regard, and trust. ❞   ❝ you’re not shy, are you? ❞   ❝ if we do this, you’ll earn the right to call me friend ten-thousand fold. ❞   ❝ does this have the stench of betrayal to you? ❞ ❝ today has meant so much. we rode, we fought, we drank, we laughed. (you showed me your world.) ❞       ❝ your end was written the moment you came for me. ❞   ❝ i am a sellsword. i ask what i please, and i take what i’m owed. ❞ ❝ you move and i will take your eyes. you hear me? ❞   ❝ i will leap first. on my word, you must follow. ❞   ❝ many times i wished to tell you. wished to say what was in my heart and what i desired. (but duty kept me from it.) ❞   ❝ these wounds will heal quickly. you’re lucky. ❞   ❝ anything to help you feel at home. ❞   ❝ our friendship is the best thing to come from this mess. ❞   ❝ you will be remembered for this, for years to come. ❞   ❝ i thought i had lost you. for good this time. ❞   ❝ you have shown me a great kindness. it is only fitting that i do the same. ❞   ❝ the mess you’re in...you don’t know the half of it. ❞   ❝ you have drawn a dark conclusion about me, haven’t you? (that is all well and good. i’ve drawn some about you as well.) ❞   ❝ you seem...strangely familiar. ❞   ❝ here i am, an upright man who never once learned how to bend the knee. and yet...i shall try. ❞ ❝ that’s a bread knife. do you mean to butter me? ❞   ❝ is that not something you worry over? ❞   ❝ a blind pursuit of vengeance has made you predictable. ❞   ❝ no matter where you are, or how far you travel, i will hunt you down. ❞   ❝ i came for you, looking for a friend and ally. ❞   ❝ people change.    it may be that you change with them, or you go your separate ways. ❞   ❝ i wish you whatever peace you may find in this new life you’ve found. ❞   ❝ i want your word: you will follow my orders. ❞   ❝ the day is new, and the air is bracing. are you ready for the fight ahead? ❞   ❝ er...good to meet you as well? ❞   ❝ what riches are worth so much misery, and the deaths of honorable men and women? ❞   ❝ my destiny is mine to weave. ❞   ❝ my road forward has been a muddy one. slick with blood and tears. (but we can reach its end together.) ❞   ❝ it is a wise leader who considers the needs of others. ❞   ❝ i think my mouth has gotten me in enough trouble today. ❞   ❝ at the end of all things, you will find yourself with nothing but your regrets. ❞   ❝ you saw fit to keep me guessing through your fits of madness. ❞   ❝ by all the gods, what was that? ❞   ❝ i was...restless. a quiet walk alone clears the head. ❞   ❝ when winter is past, summer will come and wind you in a flowered skirt, for you are beauty and shall not wither. ❞   ❝ ...unless you had a more interesting day planned for us? ❞   ❝ i do hope you see it now, for all you have done for me. ❞   ❝ your passion, your strength. i have never met such a burning soul. ❞   ❝ i have no guilt nor regret for what we have done, but we should be careful. ❞   ❝ i see before me a person full of passion, vigor, and a love for their people. ❞   ❝ if i wanted to hear you talk shit, i’d cut out your tongue and shove it up your ass. ❞   ❝ you! you look stronger than most of the others. ❞   ❝ your hatred for me burns bright. i could warm my balls on it. ❞   ❝ you’re quite like your arms: incredibly thick. ❞   ❝ i fought as i do, as hard as i do, to survive. (for i know what awaits us in the end. only darkness.) ❞   ❝ a shameful trick. you are your father’s child. ❞   ❝ you destroyed my life. i will take yours. ❞   ❝ you snore a little, like a wounded bear. ❞   ❝ that’s when i knew i would live and die for you. ❞   ❝ i’m going to pretend your last words were taken by the wind. ❞   ❝ i might still kill you yet, if your prattling doesn’t cease. ❞   ❝ you are weak like your father was weak. (you dance better than you fight.) ❞   ❝ have you ever seen muscles as massive as mine? ❞   ❝ i’m honored by your faith in me. and your confidence. ❞   ❝ after my missteps, i worry what you must think of me. ❞   ❝ with so much blood in the water and death in the air, i’d like to know your name and purpose. ❞ ❝ i have a good feeling about this place. ❞   ❝ you helped me reclaim what i had lost in myself. ❞       ❝ you speak of honor. where’s yours? ❞       ❝ you will throw away all reason to defend what you sworn to. ❞       ❝ you really are like a hero out of folk tales. ❞       ❝ how much would you sacrifice to be freed of fate’s shackles? (would you give your tongue, your hand, your sight?) ❞   ❝ there’s no power strong enough to do what you say. ❞       ❝ please, you must fight for me.    who knows what vile people might come to harm me? ❞   ❝ i have no need to count my kills. they number too many. ❞   ❝ i appreciate you for all of your qualities. ❞ ❝ not even the gods can change fate. ❞       ❝ i think it is time i take my leave. ❞ ❝ you really thought my life was in danger? (and you risked your own life...) ❞ ❝ the path ahead is bright, with glory at its end. ❞ ❝ it is easy to lose one's way on the road to glory. do not let false victories blind you to what is true. ❞ ❝ the act of leaving so beloved a home, there is a sadness to it. ❞       ❝ so there’s nowhere...you call home? ❞   ❝ all things end. ruins are not a warning, they are a testament. ❞   ❝ be nice to sleep in a real bed when this is over. ❞   ❝ in my sleep i dream. and in my dreams i see an end to the doom that will grip the earth once again. ❞   ❝ even when we win, we lose. ❞   ❝ i am as good with my lips, as i am with my tongue. ❞   ❝ is this your idea of a pleasant ride through the country? ❞   ❝ no whispering god brought me here. i brought myself. ❞   ❝ i would like very much to pass some time with you. ❞   ❝ ...and that’s how i got that scar. ❞   ❝ do i now haunt your dreams? ❞   ❝ it was never in their character to lead, it was always within yours. ❞   ❝ so easily wounded by words. imagine the ruin my axe would inflict on your flaccid ego. ❞   ❝ i have felt this way for some time now. i care for you. ❞   ❝ i have not felt safe since then. not really. ❞   ❝ how long have you been chasing me? seventeen winters? eighteen? ❞   ❝ you are not always to be trusted. your passions overcome you. ❞   ❝ i like you. you may help me here or step on me...and by the look of you i’d welcome either. ❞   ❝ it is good to have you in this fight. ❞   ❝ you need only know my impressive scale and flawless build. ❞   ❝ i am better than any man here. ❞   ❝ i can tell by looking at you, you are not a great warrior. (you know it too, there is no reason to deny this.) ❞   ❝ i am looking for honor, and have become lost as a result. ❞   ❝ many apologies. you are no child, simply a frail and fully-grown fool. ❞   ❝ i was stupid, selfish, reckless, blind, boneheaded, and i smell like blood and shit. ❞ ❝ anything to say for the mess you led us to? ❞   ❝ how was your...first kill? ❞   ❝ you squirm like that and my axe will miss your neck! unpleasant for both of us. ❞   ❝ i know you would defy me to the death, fighting for a glorious end.     that i will not allow. ❞   ❝ most men choose to be loud or stupid. impressive, that you managed both. ❞   ❝ you are a great warrior. conquerer of this land and that of your birth. ❞   ❝ you’re chasing shadows like a madman howling at the moon! ❞   ❝ quite a hit you took. how many were lost? ❞   ❝ well fought! even if your wits were somewhat rattled. ❞   ❝ we suffered no losses in this fight, and the men who humiliated us are dead. what is there to say? ❞   ❝ i would like to be close to you. ❞   ❝ if you are a warrior with honor running like sunlight in your veins, then you may help me fulfill my destiny. ❞ ❝ you are a long way from any warm hearth, warrior. Is this where you call home? ❞ ❝ am i to go the rest of my days without love or attention? i think not. ❞   ❝ the gods favor you. they always have. ❞   ❝ the others, they are like clubs. blunt and ungainly, you are nimble, like a knife. ❞   ❝ people with eyes that gleam like yours are always up to something more. ❞   ❝ only a fool stays awake all night worrying. you are tired when you get up, and the problem is still not solved. ❞   ❝ i liked you from the first. i saw something in you that captivated me. (as if a forgotten memory of an old friendship had suddenly resurfaced.) ❞   ❝ you've done nothing but give me your blind word! ❞   ❝ did you bring me any treasure? ❞ ❝ the woodsmoke from your firepit does sting the eyes. but the warmth is welcome. ❞ ❝ it is not something i can speak on. or wish to. ❞ ❝ i'm with you. only say the word. ❞ ❝ until we cut off this serpent's head, it will poison us, day by day, drop by drop. ❞ ❝ get some rest and return here at first light. ❞ ❝ i missed having you at my side. how i wished i could have taken you along on my travels. ❞ ❝ i do not like this, but i will not stop you. ❞ ❝ i have waited too many years for this day. when ___ stands before us, give me the final blow. ❞ ❝ why do you carry such a useless burden? let it go. ❞ ❝ i have waited years for this, but i will not risk losing it through rashness. ❞ ❝ i cannot fathom your game. you are either a young fool...or deceptively wise. ❞ ❝ your confidence blinds you to so much in plain sight. ❞   ❝ it’s good to be here, with you and your people. (i feel my life has found a new road.) ❞   ❝ there has always been war, even among the gods. ❞       ❝ my honor has been stained. until it's wiped clean, i want nothing else. ❞ ❝ i lack the patience for pole fishing. i would have better luck with my bow. ❞   ❝ if we tell all our stories, we’ll be here for a week. ❞ ❝ can you teach me the art of archery? ❞   ❝ bury the past. build the future. ❞       ❝ i missed you. your clear head and your courage. (we have not had enough of both in recent months.)   ❞   ❝ i have a good feeling this war is near its end. ❞ ❝ explain in plain words why you have willfully disobeyed my commands. (do you mock me?) ❞   ❝ the gods favor you. they always have. ❞   ❝ my love for you rises tall and strong, like the tree of life. ❞   ❝ the prize is some of my time. (a walk in nature, maybe more if that is where our conversation takes us.) ❞ ❝ together, we are unstoppable. ❞ ❝ it is natural to fear change. to resist it. (but all things change, and all things end.) ❞ ❝ you said nothing of this to me, not a word. ❞ ❝ so long as men and women fight to secure honor and freedom, their allegiance hardly matters to me. ❞ ❝ i care for you. i do not know how to say it any other way. ❞   ❝ love can burn brighter near death. ❞ ❝ i knew this would be difficult, but sometimes the weight bears down heavily. ❞ ❝ you are young and still foolish, so i will spare you your life. (but cross me again or harm anyone i cherish, and you will join your friends in hell.)   ❞ ❝ if you are as brave as you appear, you will come. ❞ ❝ this is not a natural quiet. it's as if a curse has befallen this place. ❞ ❝ there was a curse here long before i came along. ❞ ❝ we’ll forge a warrior from your softness, hammered on the anvil of war. ❞ ❝ you are different than the kind my flights of fancy attract. burdened, decorated and…delicate. ❞ ❝ i do not know what else to say. m-my memories are faint, hazy. ❞ ❝ how are you doing? you survived a serious blow. ❞   ❝ we’ll weave our sagas together, thread upon thread. ❞ ❝ i try to use my knowledge to help others. i am only a threat to those who fear the unknown. ❞   ❝ slap some moss on that gash and wrap it well. ❞   ❝ a knife to the back is a wound that never heals. ❞       ❝ with me you have wisdom! glory! power! what more do you need? ❞       ❝ if your hell is real, i’m glad you’ll get to see it. ❞   ❝ to fight beside such legends is an honor. (i've only heard tales of your conquests. now i get to live them.) ❞   ❝ i have tried to live well. it is enough that the gods know that. ❞ ❝ a cloud hangs over you. is something wrong? ❞   ❝ you have plunged my city into chaos. ❞   ❝ my sword is gore-greedy. i am ready to fight. ❞   ❝ accept your fate and die a coward, here before your people... and i will spare the rest. ❞   ❝ you would take the rescue for yourself, so the victory song is written about you? ❞   ❝ kneel, and i will spare your life. ❞   ❝ it has been some time. what brings you so far to see me? ❞

[darthmaulification]

the good god is you, all good, all the time, is you | paz x reader

A/N: just something short and simple and kind with paz, because i want to kiss him all over (because i’m his riduur, of course) and is there anything wrong with that?

even though it’s a relatively universal phrase, the title is a line from god is good all the time by porsha olayiwola. i also kinda had the vibe of that poem in mind as i wrote this too. 💕

hope you enjoy! 💗

summary: love-making, pretty much.

content: fluff, domestic love and stuff, fem!afab!reader, smut-ish?, because there is cockwarming on the back burner lol, and they kinda seggs at the end?, body worship, paz is a heartsick dork, and plays with your booba, and you play with his

word count: 1,427

It’s in the dewy moments after, when everything feels the way a sunset on Naboo looks, when there’s nothing in the galaxy that can touch either of you. Paz holds you tight with his burly arms, helmetless, and everywhere else exposed too, slick with the sweat that coats the both of you, and keeps you slippery and bare against one another, like fishes in the big blue sea.

There’s no need to open your eyes, not right now. The heaviness that’s settled over you keeps your eyelids shut, and the wetness on your lashes does too. So you focus on Paz, who’s silent and basking in the afterglow the same as you, and focus just enough to listen to the steady, echoing thumps of his heart, and his long, rhythmic breathing. In, out. In, out...

You revel in the expanse of his body beneath you, his broad shoulders, his hard pecs, the light brushing of hair on them, his soft tummy you love— all strength, all the time— and sigh into the soft dip behind his collarbone. Make no mistake, you revel in that too, and the warmth of it all.

Another soft sigh passes your lips when Paz shifts beneath you, his legs further entwining with yours, all to pull you in and keep your hips flush to his, and him within you. He’s not a hard, hot rod anymore, finally spent after three rounds, but the girth of him is familiar, kept locked within you, the puzzle piece meant to be. The feeling of the connection, almost divine in it’s interlocking, is like an oasis in a vast desert, all relief and sanctuary. 

Paz grunts softly, moving again, and you smile when you feel him both shift inside you and plant kisses on your scalp. His lips are warm and soft as they follow your hairline, each one everything good. You feel the tender brush of the tip of his nose too, and catch a warm inhale or exhale in your hair, like a gentle breeze in summer.

“You asleep, mesh’la?” Paz’s voice is low, resonant in his chest and throat like the echo of a distant waterfall. The hands he has on your body, heavy and calloused weights, start to glide up and down your spine. You make a small noise of denial, digging your face into his chest, kissing him softly as you do. Paz shudders, his chest trembling beneath you, and so you kiss him more, with more determination too. Take this Paz, it is yours.

A few seconds pass, and you finally bring yourself to open your eyes, blinking at the quiet brightness of the room and exhaustion, but finding so much awareness with the man under you. Your eyes lock to your hand, taking in the beskar ring on your finger, and Paz’s pec beneath it. The crests of his deep brown skin are bronzed by the dim orange lights of the bedroom, and the dips are the darkest parts of him. Your eyes flit to his nipple that’s below your fingers, and you smile mischievously against his chest.

“Hey.” Paz jerks slightly when you pinch it, and lifts one hand to plant firm on your ass and squeeze hard in retaliation. You jerk in turn, the laugh in your throat briefly caught by the pleasantness of Paz moving in you, and you turn your head to look up at him, eyes twinkling.

Paz has just the most mellow, lovestruck look on his face and in his nut brown eyes, all his features softened by the endorphins from sex and love. In this light, all starry-eyed, all satisfaction and boyishness under an amber hue, he looks especially rich, like the opulence of gold and the taste of good, thick caf. He is gorgeous.

“What?” You croak playfully, voice a bit raw and still a little husky, craning your neck to kiss his chin, his thick beard prickly against your lips. Paz chuckles deep in his throat, one hand gliding the length of your spine. He dips his head so that he’s able to press his lips to yours, tender and brief, easy too. Everything is just so easy with Paz, all the time.

“I like your boobies.” You murmur when you part, grinning when he laughs, a quick bark that’s louder since you’re so close to his face. Paz’s hands slide up your ribs until they cup your breasts from the sides. He squeezes gently and you laugh, slapping him on his shoulder, and his sweaty skin is slightly tacky, like a honey glaze.

“Don't tweak my nipple, pretty girl.” He says in that toothless authoritative tone he puts on with you when he won’t really put up a fight. You giggle, the tip of your nose rubbing against his, and you kiss his smiling lips again. He hums, low in his chest, a purr of a humble lion.

"You like it, though." You tease, squealing when Paz swats your ass, and giggling profusely as you kiss his cheek. Pulling away, eyes soft like his, you place your lips to his for a slow, languid kiss. Paz moans into your mouth, allowing you to drink from him all his love. When you pull away you breathe him, and he breathes you, and the moment becomes warmer.

“I think yours are better.” He rumbles, bouncing them in his palms, thumbing your pliant nipples to roll them until they become stiff peaks again. You keep giggling profusely, even as you wriggle in his grasp to arch up just enough to plant kisses over and over again atop the skin and muscle above his heart, beating as strong as the beskar he wears.

“Mesh’la.” Paz speaks, breathless and maybe desperate too, but you keep kissing, because he is yours, you are his, and you love him. He groans quietly, hips shifting and you break your trail across his chest to sigh as you feel him sink deeper, a heavy anchor nestled tenderly inside you. Paz still has his hands on your chest, and he kneads your breasts, slowly rolls them in his large palms the way he does to get your body warm and quivering.

“Paz... honey...” You whine, feeling how he swells inside you, like filling a pitcher with water, or how the temperature grows as the sun rises. Your body is glossy and glistens with sweat, beads of it line your hairline, and as Paz moves again, sitting up and pulling you in to the furnace of his body, you gasp at the heat of it all.

“One more time, baby girl, just one more time.” Paz’s lips fervently move on your neck, sucking marks atop fading ones and new ones on clear skin. His body rocks against yours, the sweat built up between the two of you making each movement wet, sticky. Paz sucks on your collarbone then nuzzles his face into your chest, kisses sternum, and pleads, “Let me cum in you one more time.”

One more time...

“Okay.” You breathe into his hair, the tight black coils tickling your nose. He smells like pine trees, the lavender and birch shampoo you use, sex, and the scent of man, the distinct Paz variety. You could get drunk off it, and the tight bubbling building up in your lower tummy.

His hips shift, going low then high, and he repeats it— once, twice, three times— your body jostles in his arms, rocked to and from his heaving chest, like a ship caressed by the kind waves of a gentle sea. 

Four, five, six— you lose count, lost in the swirling ocean that is love and Paz.

Dark brown hands grip your hips, and you place yours above them, because you know you aren’t going to last much longer. He isn’t either, evident by his trembling breath.

“Paz!” The final gasp of his name comes with the rolling tide of orgasm, the fever pitch breaks to something resembling pure, and Paz is swept away with you, whispering your name to your heart. Both of you are breathing heavily, trembling and shuddery from your releases. You smile at the liquid warmth deep within you, and kiss Paz’s slick forehead. He looks up at you from between your breasts, still starry-eyed and now even more satisfied, tender.

“... Your boobs are still better.” He quips and you laugh, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It really is in the dewy moments after, when there’s nothing but laughter, when nothing in the galaxy can touch either of you, not ever.

[thelastdrop]

Marked

It had been a while since you and Chaeyoung had gone out for a night with some friends. Normally the two of you would rather spend your time together walking the streets of Seoul together with your camera capturing whatever peeked your interest. The company of one another was more than enough to keep the two of you occupied for hours on end. Tonight is a little different though. 

One of Chaeyoung’s long time friends is trying to invite her out to a rooftop bar. This kind of invitation is a regular occurrence and is typically fairly easy to turn down, but as you listened to your girlfriend on the phone you realize today’s conversation is not going her way.

“Ok but-... well yes I did turn you down last time… okay and maybe the time before that… AND the time for before that but Somi-” 

Chaeyoung looks over at you and shakes her head letting you know it’s not looking good. Your head falls back against the couch in your apartment while you let out a long over dramatic groan of annoyance. Watching you do this Chaeyoung starts to giggle softly, but the loud voice on the other end of the phone lets you know she heard Chaeyoung’s laughter.

“No Somi I wasn’t laughing at you I promise. I was just laughing at something-... Yeah he’s here… You want him to come out with us?... Alright I’ll ask him.” 

Chaeyoung moves the phone away from her mouth and onto her shoulder before looking at you.

“Somi wants to know if you’d like to come out with us tonight. She says she hasn’t spent time with either of us in a while and wants to see us.”

“Awww come on babe. Do we really have to go out? Why don’t we just spend our Friday nights like we normally do?” you protest.

“You know I’d love nothing more than that, but Somi isn’t going to let me out of this one. So either way I’m going. Do you want to come with me or sit around here until I get home?” Chaeyoung says matter-of-factly.

“Is this place nice? I don’t want to have to get too dressed up to go out somewhere I don’t really want to go. What are you wearing?”

Chaeyoung motions to the clothes she is currently wearing. A gray shirt with the phrase “Je t’aime” was in big red letters across the front and a pair of normal jeans. Even such a simple outfit really reminded you how beautiful Chaeyoung is. While she might be small, you can't get enough of her fit, petite body. 

Some of your buddies always ask how you ended up choosing Chaeyoung out of all of her friends, but you just tell them there isn’t even a choice. Your girlfriend is far prettier than all of her friends and you find it weird that they are asking you that question.

Coming back into the moment you blink a few times as Chaeyoung waves her hand in front of your face. 

“Oppa~ oppa~ what would you like to do oppa~” she asks in a cute tone.

“Alright I’ll go with you.”

You see a warm toothless smile wash over Chaeyoung’s face as she puts the phone back to her ear.

“Yeah Somi? He said he’ll come too.”

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The night out has actually been a lot of fun so far. Somi chose a really nice rooftop bar that was only walking distance from your apartment to make it even more convincing for you and Chaeyoung to meet her. Somi wore a white-knit crop top that clung tightly to her big boobs and showed off her tight core, along with the top she wore a pair of jeans that shower off her figure and ass nicely.

You couldn’t help but stare at her throughout the night at certain points. If Somi ever leaned over the table to pick up something and you got a clear view at her massive cleavage it was almost impossible to look away. And without fail every time Chaeyoung caught you staring she’d give you a quick jab in the side or leg. When you’d turn to look at your girlfriend she’d just have an annoyed look on her face. Now you remembered why you didn’t like going out with Chaeyoung’s friends all that often.

“Well I’m going to go and get another round of drinks. Do you all want anything?” Somi asks the two of you while standing up. 

Somi stretches upwards while she waits for an answer making it impossible for you to turn your gaze away from her body. She twisted slightly showing off her tight ass in her jeans making you gulp slightly.

“No no Somi you got the last round let me get this one,” Chaeyoung says while standing up and slapping the back of your head quickly so Somi won’t notice. “Oppa, can I have some money to get us some drinks?”

“Sure baby... hear you go.” you reply while rubbing the back of your head.

Chaeyoung smiles at you and turns before walking off in the direction of the bar. You can’t help but watch your girlfriend’s small tight ass in her jeans as she walked off annoyed.

“So oppa, how are things with you and Chaeyoung?” Somi says as she takes the seat Chaeyoung was in beside you.

“They’ve been going pretty well so far. It’s been about 9 months since we officially started dating and we’ve only grown closer over that time. I can’t tell you how much of a positive impact it is to have Chaeyoung in my life.” you say while gazing across the open air bar at the stunning short-haired blonde beauty ordering drinks.

“You’ve also had a positive impact on her’s.”

“Oh?” you say turning your attention back to Somi.

“Yeah whenever I talk with her she can’t seem to shut up about you. She talks about all the new things you’ve made her try, and how she never would’ve unless you were there with her. So I just wanted to say thanks for doing that.” Somi says as she extends her arms for a hug.

You smile at her and accept her hug.

“No problem Somi. I really do care about Chaeyoung.”

After a couple of seconds, feel a tug at the collar of your shirt pulling you away from Somi and sending you into the armrest of the wooden couch you were sitting on. You look up and see Chaeyoung staring down at you with an expression you’ve never seen on her face before.

“Sorry Somi, but we need to get going. I forgot there was something we needed to take care of back at home.” Chaeyoung says while squeezing your bicep tightly.

You take the hint and stand up beside Chaeyoung not wanting to anger her anymore than she apparently already is.

“Ugh yeah sorry Somi. But we should do this again sometime. It was a lot of fun.” You say making Chaeyoung dig her nails into your bicep.

“Ow ow ow.” you start chanting as Chaeyoung drags you back to your apartment.

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You aren’t sure what has gotten over Chaeyoung, but as soon as you two made it inside Chaeyoung grabbed you by the scruff of your shirt and pulled you down so you were eye level with her.

“Man you just can’t keep your hands off of Somi can you?”

“What-”

Chaeyoung pulls you into your bedroom and spins you around before pushing you on top of the bed.

You have no idea where this strength was coming from. Before you have a chance to react Chaeyoung is straddling you, cupping your face in her hands.

“You’re mine oppa. Mine.”

Chaeyoung then pushes her tongue into your mouth and battles with your own muscle for dominance. But in this position she easily wins and forces you to lay flat on your back. The taste of strawberries fills your mouth, while Chaeyoung continues to make out with you. Giving into Chaeyoung you start to move your hands towards her tight body, but a sharp pain on your lower lip causes you to stop your movement.

Your girlfriend picks her head up with a sly smirk marveling at what she’d just done to you. You bring your hand to your mouth and brush your index finger against your bottom lip. Chaeyoung pulls her shirt off and tosses it to the side. You look at your girlfriend's chest, admiring her small tits and erect nipples. Looking at your finger you see a bit of red on it bringing you back to what just happened.

“Chaeyoung what is-”

Your sentence is cut off by your girlfriend putting her finger over your mouth.

“Don’t say anything oppa. I’m gonna remind you who you should be looking at. Take your clothes off.”

All you feel like you can do is nod your head. While you pull your shirt off Chaeyoung works on your pants. You lift your hips up so it gives Chaeyoung an easier time getting them off, then slide back further into the bed till you reach your pillows. Chaeyoung also makes quick work of her own clothes. As soon as she’s naked she crawls back over top of you until her thighs are on either side of your head.

Chaeyoung lowers her pussy over your mouth and grabs a fist full of your hair to hold you in place. You only get a quick taste before she pulls away. She repeats this a few more times before finally sitting on your face and grinding her pussy against your mouth. 

Chaeyoung's moans begin to fill the room, becoming louder and louder. With every rotation of her hips against your face she increases the speed. Your nose is buried in her ass, but you don't care. You're enjoying what's happening too much. All your tongue is good for right now is providing pleasure to your girlfriend as she uses your mouth as she sees fit.

Chaeyoung's ass is now covering your entire face, her thighs squeezing against your head while the rest of her weight is supported by her arms. You hungrily lap at her soaking wet pussy, licking up all her juices. You're tempted to reach your hands up and grab her ass to give yourself some leverage, but you know that would be a bad idea, so you stick with what is allowed.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Chaeyoung moans as she rides your face into ecstasy.

Your face is covered in her juices. Every time your tongue tries to escape your mouth it's met by her hot snatch or throbbing clit. Her hands are now wrapped in your hair, practically dragging you against her as she rides harder and harder.

After a few more moments of this torrid pace, she finally slows down before gently lifting herself off your face.

"Ah... Ahhh..." She pants trying to catch her breath. "That was fucking amazing."

Before you can reply in any way Chaeyoung places her hand over your mouth and deftly swings her body around so her pussy is above your hard cock, which is firmly pressing into your stomach. Keeping one hand on your mouth Chaeyoung guides your cock into her warm, wet carven causing the two of you to moan in unison. The tight confides of your girlfriend's pussy always drive you crazy, but even more so right now since you know you can't move at all.

Chaeyoung slowly lowers herself completely on your dick, her ass resting on your thighs as she begins to slowly grind in a circle. She licks her palm for better grip before picking her lower body back up. Her hand remains over your mouth, but you still get to enjoy the view with your now tilted head as she begins to rock her hips back and forth.

“Mmmm... I love how your cock fills me up." She lets out with a small moan.

Chaeyoung leans down and latches onto a pulse point on your neck sucking harshly. As she does this she begins to bounce up and down faster and faster. Letting go of your neck she sits up and plants both of her hands firmly on your stomach while she rides your cock harder and faster than she ever has before. Her breathing increases with every thrust as she leans forward, her arms straightening to keep her body up. Her face is twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she finally slows down.

"I-I'm about to cum." She says between pants.

Chaeyoung’s walls begin to flutter as the first waves of her orgasmic pleasure washes over her. Unable to hold back any longer, you give one hard thrust upwards and bury your cock as deep as it'll go into your girlfriend's pussy and release stream after stream of your hot cum.

"Oh fuck! Yes! It feels so fucking good!" She screams as your cum fills her up.

You reach for her ass to pull her hips down, but she pushes your hands away and continues to prop herself up. Every spurt of your cock sends another wave of tingles through your body and makes her shudder with delight. She finally slows down before leaning forward and falling on your chest.

After several minutes Chaeyoung rolls off of you and picks your camera up off the ground beside the bed as you continue coming down from the intense high your girlfriend just drew out of you. Aiming the lens at your neck she snaps a picture with the flash, making you squint your right eye at the bright flash. After fiddling with the camera she turns the screen toward you. You see a reddish, purple circle on top of one the veins that run up the side of your neck.

You reach your hand up and feel the warm skin under your fingertips.

“Mine.” 

A/N - I think this was the hardest fic to write so far. I’m not sure if the concept I chose just didn’t hit me as hard as I thought it would or what, but I’m not the happiest with this one. I hope you all were able to enjoy it even if I don’t think it turned out very good. 6 down 3 to go. Thanks for reading~

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Hiccup: “It didn't pierce your heart did it?“

Viggo: “No, clearly not. “

Hiccup: “That's unfortunate. “

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Hiccup: “Didn't realize you had it in you."

Viggo: "What?"

Hiccup: "To care for another person.“

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Hiccup: “Why the Hel did they stab you?"

Dagur: "...should i have asked for an explanation?"

Hiccup: "Don't remove the knife, or you'll bleed to death."

Dagur (at some point in response to Hiccup panicking about something; maybe on what to do? Idk. Or drop the line altogether): "Why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “

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Writer's choice. :)

Real

Rated: teen

Warnings: blood, injury

Pairings: Hiccup/Dagur

Word Count: 2,651

Summary: When Dagur is injured in the Northern Markets, Hiccup feels like it's his responsibility to take care of him.

A/N: Me? Finally getting to my requests from August? Yes.

Ao3 link

Hiccup frowned deeply looking at Dagur's wound. "Why the Hel did they stab you?"

"Should I have asked for an explanation?" Dagur panted. He had his hand pressed to the wound in his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. He grabbed the handle of the knife.

"No, no! If you remove the knife you'll bleed to death!" Hiccup cried. "I don't have the proper supplies out here to take care of you." Hiccup scratched his head, looking around. Toothless mrowed at the both of them. They'd escaped the people that had attacked Dagur at the Northern Markets. Hiccup wasn't really allied with Dagur, but he couldn't just leave him hurt like this! He'd found him in an alley, breathing hard, bruises all over his face, and blood coming from his stab wound. Hiccup and Toothless had quickly gotten him out of there.

"So what?" Dagur asked. "You're going to take me somewhere that does have proper supplies?"

"I have to," Hiccup said, looking at the wound. Gods, he hoped it hadn't pierced anything bad.

Dagur cocked his head at him. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because..." Hiccup found himself at a loss for words. "I can't just... I couldn't just leave you like that! It wouldn't be right."

"Hiccup, we're enemies," Dagur said flatly. "How many times have I tried to capture or kill you?"

"M-many times?" Hiccup put an arm under Dagur to get him up. "Come on. I'm taking you back to the Edge."

"Oh, so Astrid can kill me?" Dagur huffed out. It was clear that moving caused him pain; Hiccup hated it.

Toothless growled as Hiccup came near with Dagur.

"Toothless, come on," Hiccup whined. "We're helping Dagur and that's that!"

Toothless grumbled, but didn't make any other sound. Instead, he sat still and let Hiccup help Dagur onto his back. Dagur groaned, doubling over. Hiccup frowned again, mounted Toothless in front of Dagur.

"Okay, hold onto me," Hiccup said, grabbing the hand holds of the saddle. He bunched up his muscles for taking off.

Dagur yelled in pain as Toothless took to the air. Hiccup cringed, one, because the other man was in pain and he hated it, two, because he had his big arms wrapped around him and he hated it. All his mind could think was that he was going to be physically or sexually assaulted. That's what Dagur had wanted from him, maybe still did want from him. He wasn't sure.

Dagur didn't say much during the flight, which meant that the wound was bad. He was usually so talkative. He even slumped his head against Hiccup's back.

"Dagur, stay with me," Hiccup said. "Stay with me. We'll be there soon."

Soon meant in the next half hour. Could Dagur make it that long?

He has to. Hiccup would never forgive himself if Dagur died on his watch, enemy or no.

He made it to the Edge as the sun was setting. His friends were gathered in the clubhouse for dinner.

"Hey, Hiccup. We got you a plate!" Ruffnut exclaimed as he landed. "Wait... is that...?"

Astrid ran at Dagur, grabbed him by the shoulder, and put a dagger to his throat. But then she saw the state he was in, the knife sticking out of his stomach, the blood that had gotten all over him and Hiccup.

"What... what happened?" she asked, backing away, sheathing her dagger.

Hiccup dismounted, helped Dagur down. He nearly collapsed, and Astrid had to help with his weight as well. His face was ashen.

"Found him in an alley like this," Hiccup responded. "I couldn't just leave him there."

Snotlout laughed. It was a sarcastic sound. "Well, you should have."

Hiccup shot Snotlout a glare. "Clear off the table."

Snotlout grumbled something under his breath, probably a curse or an insult. Though, he began to work with the rest of the Riders to clear off the dinner table and get Dagur onto it. Dagur lay on his back, eyes squeezed shut, a pained groan leaving him.

"If... If only I'd thought to wear my armor today, right?" Dagur asked. He was just in a sleeveless green tunic instead of his full Berserker regalia.

"Yeah, well, can't dwell on what if's," Hiccup said. There was a reason he always wore his armor when he went to the Northern Markets. It had become a very dangerous place.

He stared at the knife, feeling himself going a slight shade of green. Hiccup had dealt with blood and injuries before, but it was always difficult.

"Fishlegs, what do we do?" Hiccup asked. The Gronckle Rider was also the healing expert on the island.

"Well, obviously we have to pull the knife out," Fishlegs started. He'd gone to get his bag of medical supplies from the back of the room, so he raised his voice so he could be heard better. "Then we disinfect it and stitch it up."

"See?" Hiccup said to Dagur. "I didn't have the right supplies for that."

"If Astrid kills me in your sleep, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life," Dagur rasped.

Hiccup gave a nervous laugh, glanced at Astrid. She said nothing to quell either of their nerves.

"Hiccup, could you, uh, pull out the knife?" Fishlegs asked. He had a bottle of alcohol ready as disinfectant, and a thread and needle sat nearby.

"Yeah." Hiccup reached for the hilt, his hand shaking. He took a deep breath, then another. He tried wrapping his fingers around the hilt, but just couldn't do it.

"Why are you the one freaking out?" Dagur asked him, noticing his hesitation. "I'm the one with a knife in my stomach!"

"Okay, okay!" Hiccup took ahold of the hilt. "This is going to hurt..." He tugged, the knife came free, and Dagur bellowed, writhing around on the table.

"Hold him!" Fishlegs cried as he began trying to push up his tunic.

Hiccup laid his hands on Dagur's abdomen, and Astrid laid her hands on his legs, trying their best to hold him down to the table. The next part, the disinfecting, made Dagur scream. Hiccup winced at the sound, tried his best not to draw back and keep holding him steady.

"Sorry, sorry!" Fishlegs cried. He patted the wound with a towel, then went for the needle and thread. Dagur had stopped moving, was just breathing heavily, wordless.

"It's okay," Dagur grunted. "Gotta do what you gotta do."

Hiccup and Astrid didn't have to hold Dagur down for the stitching, which was good. Hiccup didn't think he had the fortitude to hold him like that any longer. His own skin touching Dagur's had freaked him out a little bit.

The Riders convened in a separate room in the clubhouse as Fishlegs worked on Dagur.

"Hiccup, why the Hel did you bring him here?" Snotlout asked angrily. Hopefully he wasn't loud enough to be heard.

"I couldn't just leave him to die! That would have surely killed him!"

"And?" Tuffnut asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hiccup made a frustrated growling sound. "No one harm him. I mean it." He met the eyes of each of his Riders, trying to instill the command through his gaze. It must have worked, because they put their heads down, shuffled their feet.

"Where is he going to stay?" Ruffnut asked.

"My hut," Hiccup answered. He figured Dagur would feel safer closer to him.

"Shouldn't we restrain him or something?" Astrid asked. "He's not our friend, Hiccup."

"I know, I know." Hiccup looked back into the other room, where Fishlegs was working diligently. "But what can he do while he's wounded?"

Astrid gave him a very serious look. "Hiccup, we know what he wants with you."

"Yeah? And if he tries, I'll punch him in his wound," Hiccup said. He didn't know if he really could do that, hurt a person that badly, but maybe if it came down to self defense he could.

The Riders didn't look happy, but that seemed to be the end of the conversation. They gathered back in the clubhouse just as Fishlegs was finishing stitching up Dagur's injury. His big hands were covered in blood, and usually that bothered Fishlegs, but he seemed to be focusing on his work rather than that.

Dagur was hardly conscious, so he didn't move much as they cleaned around the wound. They had to heft him up to a sitting position to bandage it.

"Ugh, why is he so heavy?" Snotlout complained.

"Muscle," Dagur murmured. He must have heard that.

After bandaging his wound, they set him back down on the table. Hiccup studied him, wondering how they would get him to his hut.

"Dagur, you awake?" Hiccup asked.

"Mm?" He raised an eyebrow. Good. He was.

"Think you can walk to my hut?"

"Walk? No. Ride, sure."

"Okay." Hiccup beckoned Toothless over. He didn't seem happy about any of this. Hiccup couldn't blame him. Dagur had captured and hurt Toothless numerous times, and had planned to abuse him and keep him as his. Though, he came over nonetheless, and the Riders helped Dagur slump onto his back.

"I'll come back for dinner, alright?" Hiccup said to the other Riders. He didn't want them coming with him. He felt like there were unsaid things between him and Dagur, things that could only be said in private. The tension between them was thick enough to be chopped with a knife.

The Riders didn't look happy, but they began cleaning up the table, and returning to their dinner. Hiccup left, leading a Dagur-burdened Toothless to his hut.

Dagur was conscious enough to get up the stairs with some help, and he sighed in relief when he collapsed into Hiccup's bed. He put a hand over his stomach, but then seemed to realize that his tunic was all torn and blood stained.

"Got anything for me to wear?" Dagur asked.

Hiccup scratched the back of his head. He and Dagur weren't really the same size.

"Can I just help take the tunic off?" Hiccup asked. "I don't have anything. Sorry."

Dagur winked at him. "Trying to get me naked."

Hiccup's face burned red. He didn't know if it was mostly out of embarrassment or anger. "You know I'm not!"

"Fine, fine, sorry." Dagur sat up with a grunt, and after a moment of breathing through the pain, raised his arms for Hiccup to remove the tunic. Hiccup's skin itched with discomfort at touching Dagur like this, but he didn't really have much of a choice. It had been his idea to save him. Now he had to follow through.

Next, he took off Dagur's boots, and Dagur laid back down, breathing another sigh. He seemed relieved.

"I have to go eat dinner. I'll bring something back for you." Hiccup made to leave, but Dagur reached out his arm and took his wrist. His grip wasn't gentle.

"Hiccup?"

"Let go of me."

Dagur did, and Hiccup pulled his hand up to his chest, as if he'd been hurt by the touch. He took in a big breath. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry."

Hiccup blinked in shock. Then blinked again, utterly stunned. Was he... was he receiving an apology from Dagur the Deranged?

"F-for...?"

"Everything I've done to you," Dagur said. "You still... you know what I've wanted with you in the past and still took care of me. You didn't have to do that to yourself."

"If you think I didn't, then you don't understand me very well." Hiccup didn't make to leave yet. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to get more comfortable with Dagur's presence. He would have to - it could take a long while for his wound to heal before they sent him on his way. But could he do that? Morally? Logically? What if saving Dagur hurt more people?

"Dagur, you have to promise me you won't return to the Dragon Hunters," Hiccup said. He turned his head to look at him. "I want saving you to have meant something."

"You're afraid that because you saved me, you just doomed others," Dagur said. It wasn't a question, but Hiccup nodded anyway.

"Fair, fair," Dagur said. He shifted a little, trying to get comfortable on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling, then at Hiccup. "What about Heather?"

Right. Dagur didn't know that Heather was a double agent working for the Dragon Riders. And Dagur genuinely loved and worried about his sister.

"We'll get her out," Hiccup answered, laying a hand on Dagur's. "That's my promise."

Dagur nodded, and Hiccup found that he wasn't withdrawing his hand. Instead, he took it, gave it a squeeze. "Promise me, Dagur."

"I promise."

"Good." Hiccup released Dagur's hand, feeling like he'd been holding it for too long. He brushed it off on his tunic, as if that would relieve his discomfort. He sighed, looked straight ahead. "I'm sorry I'm like this."

"Like what?"

Hiccup couldn't look at Dagur as he said it. "Scared."

"Hiccup, I... I wanted to... you know what I wanted to do to you," he said, "what could have happened if I got my hands on you." He shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Hiccup looked at him now. There was something in Dagur's eyes that he couldn't discern, and he couldn't quite sort out what he was feeling. Everything was muddled.

"Can I... try something?" Hiccup asked. "To get over my fear."

"Try what?"

"Kiss me," Hiccup said, shocked that the words had actually left his mouth. "Kiss me and nothing more. Prove to me you have the restraint. Prove to me that you won't hurt me."

Dagur looked utterly stunned. He sat up, arm wrapping around his wound. He had to take a few breaths before lifting his head. "Are you sure?"

Hiccup looked at Toothless, who was giving him a questioning look. Of course his dragon wouldn't understand. He hated Dagur, and Hiccup didn't think that was going to dissipate anytime soon.

"I'm sure," Hiccup responded, turning back to Dagur.

Dagur smirked. "You ever kissed anyone before?"

"Of course I have!"

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter right now." Hiccup touched Dagur's cheek, leaned forward. His breaths were coming in little, frightened puffs. But he needed this. He needed this to overcome his fear and prove to himself that Dagur wouldn't hurt him while he stayed here on the Edge.

Dagur took Hiccup's face in both his hands, leaned forward as well. Their lips were close, nearly touching.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hiccup whispered.

So their lips met. It was so different from kissing a woman, from kissing Astrid. The most noticeable difference was the irritating scratch of Dagur's beard against his face. But then there was the way Dagur kissed. It wasn't something little or chaste - it was big, hard, full of passion.

And that was it. Hiccup pulled away, and Dagur let him. Dagur pulled away as well. Hiccup was honestly astonished by his level of self control. He hadn't known that he'd had that in him.

Hiccup took a deep breath, let go of Dagur, and Dagur relinquished his touch on him.

"Feel better?" Dagur asked after some time in silence.

Oddly enough, the answer was yes. Dagur had proven to him that he wouldn't hurt him, that he could control himself around him, even while doing something like kissing.

And even more odd was the fact that Hiccup wanted to do it again.

"Yeah," Hiccup answered. "I... kind of want to kiss you again." He said it with a blush.

"Well, I certainly can't complain about that." Dagur put his hand on the back of his head, and Hiccup grabbed Dagur's other hand, putting his other on his waist. They moved in close, and this time, there was hardly a hint of hesitation or discomfort. This kiss wasn't Hiccup trying to get over his fear or prove something to himself.

This kiss was real.

[psychiatristreturning]

four times steve harrington knew he loved you and the one time he told you (steve harrington x henderson!reader)

a/n: for anon. this is my longest fic so far. i worked real hard on this. i really like it.  word count: 2.6k warnings: violence, language

5. 1975

Steve didn’t know what love was. All he knew is that his parents didn’t have it. Crushes were a different story, but Steve wanted to know what love was. 

You knew what love was, it was your mom making you your favorite meal after a big test. It was your brother smiling at you, even though he was toothless. Love was your cat purring when you pet her. But you never knew romantic love, not with your parents or yourself. 

Moving to Hawkins had changed your life. You had some friends back home, but this place? No one wanted to be friends with you. Nine-year-olds were brutal. Though at school there was one boy, who, even at nine, had established himself as quite the ladies man. But he seemed sweet, no matter how much of a jerk he could be sometimes. 

At recess one day it all changed, for both of you. 

The swing set creaked in the wind, it’s cold metal seat under you, bending under your weight. A group of rowdy boys ran past you, and one, ran directly into you. Tumbling face forward into the concrete you yelped in surprise, your face stinging. Blinking back tears you suddenly become aware of the boy behind you, who wanted to help. 

“Are you okay?” his oddly timid voice sounded.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you turned to him, “Is it bad?” you questioned as he grimaced. 

“Um, I think you’ll be okay. But I’ll take you to go get some band-aids.” he kicked a loose rock on the concrete, “I’m sorry.” 

“No worries.” you stood up, realizing your knees were cut too. 

Steve quickly stuck his arm out and wrapped his hand around your bicep, helping keep you steady. A teacher who was wondering haphazardly around called over, “Mr. Harrington! Where are you taking  Ms. Henderson?” 

The young boy looked at the teacher, dumbfounded, “To get some band-aids.” Couldn’t he see all the blood? 

“No, she can do it herself. It’s not a man's job to care.” all Steve heard was his dad, and he didn’t have the courage to stand up to his dad, but he did to his teacher. He knew what was right. 

“She needs help.” he stated, flat out. Steve didn’t understand what was wrong with helping you. 

Now, you were uncomfortable in this stare off with the teacher, Steve’s grip becoming tighter. The teacher locked eyes with Steve, “You help her I’ll give you detention.” 

Steve gulped knowing his dad would yell at him, but you, a person, needed help. Leaning over you whispered, “Go,” to him. He shouldn’t get in trouble for helping you. 

“No.” he said firmly, helping you walk inside, the teacher screaming about his detention or whatever. The boy seemed unbothered, you admired it. 

“Okay, well thank you.” you squeaked out. You knew he was probably only helping you because he bumped into you, but part of you wanted it to be different, and maybe it was. 

He helped you into the school and into an empty bathroom, Steve was not the smartest per se, but he knew to clean the cuts. Which there were a lot of. “Steve,” he looked down at you from where he was cleaning a cut on your forehead, “Why did you do this?” 

Steve looked adorably confused at you, “Do what?” 

“Help me. Was it because you bumped me?” 

He took a deep breath, thinking, “No, you deserve to be helped, you’re nice Y/N. And, yes, I hit you, but, you shouldn’t have to help your self up.” 

You stared ahead, feeling something, feeling loved. 

Steve wondered what this was. Why did he help you? Maybe, just maybe, because he loved you. 

4. 1983

Who knew what was going on anymore? You had no idea where your brother was, and some reason you were with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, trying to summon his brother or something. Not that you would ever admit it, but you were truly terrified, lights flashing around you, yelling, fake bodies. You didn’t know what to do. The world was coming apart at its seams. Nancy, Jonathan, and you sat in the Byers house on the couch, shaking, worried about what would happen next. The weapons in your hands were clutched tightly, ready for action. 

No one dared speak, when a knock came at the door. Startling all of you out of your skin. Nancy jumped up pointing her gun at the door. The banging on the door continued, when you heard, “Jonathan, man! I’m sorry! And I feel terrible! I wanna help!” 

“Steve!” Nancy hissed quietly. 

Jonathan walked up and swung open the door to stop the incessant banging. Steve practically falling into the house, but he quickly straightened up, seeing Nancy point her gun squarely at him. Steve raised his hands quickly above his head, “Hey, Nance, I’m sorry! You don’t have to kill me-” 

“Steve get out.” 

“I’m just here to talk to Byers.” 

“Nancy, put the gun down!” you shouted at her. 

Steve’s head whipped to you, his eyes widened, “Y/N! What are you doing here? Holy shit!”

No matter what Steve said to you, you didn’t look at him, knowing you’d get distracted by his stupidly perfect hair and crooked grin. Instead, you continued to walk slowly toward Nancy, “Put the gun down.” she was shaking, conceivably using every muscle in her body to get Steve out. To help him. 

The lights started flashing irregularly, that’s when Jonathan started yelling. “Nancy! Stop it!” almost like she was in a trance, she snapped out, “He’s here.” 

Steve’s eyes widened, “Who’s here? What’s here? What’s going on?” 

At that moment it burst through the walls, the same thing you and Nancy saw in the Upside Down. They went to run to the back room, but you tripped, Nancy and Jonathan were already running, and Steve who was behind them stopped, and looked at you, and without hesitating, ran back to you. Grabbing your arms and lifting you up, helping you off the hard floor and clasping your hand, guiding you quickly into the back bedroom. 

He kept holding your hand in the dark, your backs pressed against the door. Once you realized you were holding his hand, you hastily let go. Looking across the room at the blank wall, you remembered years ago, Steve helping you up, selflessly. And once again he was ready to save you. 

Steve looked at you, shoulders pressed against each other, you looked amazing, and you were brave. But, Nancy, he had slept with Nancy, and they were something, hopefully. And at the moment, he realized there was something he felt for you that he didn’t feel when he thought of Nancy. But, now was not the time for that. If he told himself he loved Nancy, he would feel that eventually. So sure, he loved Nancy, he didn’t care about you. Never would. But part of Steve knew he was in deep shit.

3. 1984 

Oh boy, you were a part of this mess from the start. You should’ve known it wasn’t going to go well from the second Dustin said that he had found a ‘lizard’. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part of it all. It wasn’t Billy. It wasn’t Eleven suddenly showing up again. It was, at least for you, Steve Harrington. Not him, but the way he was acting. He was acting, sweet? Steve was attempting to give your brother shitty dating advice which you had to cut into, saying “Just don’t ignore her. I mean, girls like some attention.” 

Dustin looked back at you and questioned, “How many boyfriends have you had?” 

You slapped his shoulder, “Shut up.” you grumbled. 

Steve shrugged, “I mean, you are the girl here.” 

“Thank you for the acknowledgement.” 

“But are you?” 

“Dustin shut up!” Steve looked at you with a face that if anyone saw they could only categorize as lovingly. But as soon as he saw Dustin smirking at him, he turned away, flustered, tripping over a stick on the path. Steve was confronted with remembering  thinking, that he couldn’t care about you. Nancy was there. And while, yes, he grew to love Nancy, she didn’t love him. And that’s not her fault, but Nancy had broken his heart, and for the first time in quite sometime, his heart felt complete, and it was because of you. Not that he would tell you. Steve was content, for the first time in a long time, to sit back, and fall in love slowly. But, truly, deeply in love. Farther than he thought he could ever feel.

2. 1984

You had all recovered, somewhat, from what had happened. And life returned to a sense of normalcy. But that morning Dustin woke up, practically bouncing around the house, for the Snowball dance that night. You were chaperoning, so you had to look marginally good. But, what you weren’t prepared for was Steve Harrington coming over to help your brother get ready. 

Hiding in your room getting ready, you heard a knock at the door, Dustin racing downstairs, and the unmistakable voice of Steve. While it was definitely nice to hear Dustin this happy, you realized that Steve would see you like this and that was not ideal right now. 

You could hear the two of them walking upstairs and the voices getting closer, then a loud bang on your door, “Steve’s here! And we’ll have to go soon!” 

You could hear Steve say quietly behind him, “The dance is in an hour and a half.” 

“Okay and an hour and a half!” 

“Alright Dusty!”

You turned your attention back to the mirror, and you heard Steve say, “Dusty? I’m gonna use that one.” the smirk was evident in his voice. That was followed quickly by a loud “Ow!” guessing Dustin hit him. 

As you finished your makeup you couldn’t help but wonder why you had a new pit of anxiety in your stomach now that Steve was here. Why did that change the dance so much? What was it about him? 

~~~~

Sure enough, an hour and a half later, as promised, Dustin was banging on your door. You could hear Steve hyping Dustin up, telling him how great he looked, and how all the girls will dance with him. And taking one last deep breath, you opened your door and walked downstairs. Steve was absolutely in awe of you. Steve knew he was over Nancy Wheeler, you were so wonderful, smart, and beautiful. God, he thought you were the most heavenly creature, and he didn’t believe in God. You walked shakily on the godforsaken heels to Dustin where you smirked at him. “Nice hair.” 

“Thanks, it’s pretty cool.” he nodded slowly trying to be cool. 

Steve was still gaping at you, “Uh, you, um, ready to go?” 

Dustin giggled at Steve’s red face, and you answered, “Yeah, thanks by the way.” He just awkwardly nodded, shoving a free hand in his pocket, the other opening the door, you called out to your mom, “Mom we’re going!” 

“Alright kids, have fun!” she called back from the kitchen. 

You guys shuffled out of the house and began the awkward drive to the school. 

~~~~

Once you guys arrived you and Steve began the final pep talk for Dustin. “Alright, now remember, you want to care but not to much.” 

You stopped Steve, “But do care.”

“Not to much.” 

Leaning forward you retorted, “He’s not going to by her a house or something.” 

“I’m just saying!” he threw up his hands in defense, “All the girls are gonna love you, I mean,” he stopped for a minute, “you look great!” 

“Yeah! Looking great!” you attempted to back him up. 

“They won’t be able to resist me with these pearls.” he purred and both of you began a chorus of ‘No’ and ‘Don’t do that’.

He got out of the car and looked back at you, “Are you coming?” 

“I’ll be in a minute.” Steve’s eyes widened realizing he was in a car, alone, with you. “Thank you, Steve.” 

“Oh it’s no problem-”

You cut him off promptly, “I mean for everything. This year, last year, you’ve really changed. In a good way,” looking into his sweet, brown eyes, you smiled, “I really appreciate you.” 

“It’s the right thing to do, plus, I was an asshole. It was a real low bar.” 

You laughed softly, “I’m going to go, but I think you should come in and dance with me.” 

Steve’s stomach flipped when you said to dance with you. You wanted him to come. With you. “I wouldn’t want to-” 

“Please.” he couldn’t resist your pleading eyes. 

“Sure.” Steve was very busy trying to hide his smile while stepping out of the car. 

You slid out of the backseat the Dustin had forced you into, and as soon as you stepped out onto your heels you tripped and began to fall. But someone's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back up. Steve.

“Thank you.” you replied breathlessly, “I’ve gotta stop falling around you.” you made a lame attempt at a joke. 

He let go, and you walked in a little bit ahead of him, and under his breath he whispered, “I’ve already fallen for you.” no matter how cheesy he might sound. 

Steve Harrington loved you. 

1. 1985

All you wanted was ice cream. You didn’t want to end up taking care of two teenagers high on Russian truth serum. Trying to keep Robin and Steve collected when they’re not high is difficult enough. Robin was at the absolute goofiest you’ve ever seen her and Steve, oh, Steve. Over the past year you had harbored an extreme crush on the idiot. However, this was just sad. You were glad they were alive, but this was definitely the finale of any part of his old personality. You sat with Robin and Steve in the movie theater, Steve bopping your nose continuously. “Boop!” you grabbed his hand and moved it away from your face. 

“Shush.” 

He dropped his head onto your shoulder, and he looked up at you with his chocolate brown eyes, “You’re pretty,” he whispered, smiling like an idiot. 

“Thank you.” you whispered back, trying to act stern even as your stomach erupted in butterflies. All of a sudden Robin rushed out of the theater, mumbling something about water. You followed, Steve stumbling after you, he gripped your arm again and leaned into your side when he said to you;

“I’m in love with you.” 

You stopped in your tracks, Steve going on without you, a stupid smile on your face. Then it hit you, he’s high. It’s not him. You shook your head to rid the idea of Steve loving you. And you walked after him. Steve and Robin were drinking water manically when you got out of the theater. Both talking nonsense about Back to the Future. 

You stood, leaning against the wall. Looking lovingly at Steve. In their haze they stared nonsensically at the ceiling. Suddenly running to the bathroom, you ran after them. 

The two of them were curled over toilets, throwing up. You sat back, feeling horrible for what they had to endure. 

After what you can only describe as traumatic sickness, the three of you sat on the floor in stalls, Robin leaned her head onto your shoulder, and you spoke to Steve, knowing you couldn’t say it to his face. “Do you mean what you said, Steve?” 

Somehow in his mind, Steve knew what he admitted, “Yes.” he answered quietly. “Yes, I love you.” Robin smiled at you. And you felt hopeful, “Did I overstep?” 

“No,” Robin nodded her head quickly telling you to keep talking, “I, uh, I love you too.” 

Steve slid under the wall and next to you in the stall, “I would kiss you right now, but I just threw up.” 

“I got that.” 

“I’ll make it up to you soon enough.” 

“You two are disgusting,” Robin said, smiling at the display of two people obviously in love next to her.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

DnD 5e Brass Dragon

(here is a list of fun dragon art I've found)

basically every official DnD dragon design has the same set of issues, all stemming from the tendency to prioritize things that look cool and intimidating over things that are anatomically sensible. 

And I mean if you’re drawing dragons like that for fun, go for it, have fun. But professional artists getting paid by the biggest tabletop fantasy game company to create realistic style art of creatures like dragons should maybe put a little more consideration into their anatomy. So let’s look at just the brass dragon this time.

(description: Official art of an ancient brass dragon from the 5e DnD monster manual. I have written notes pointing out anatomical problems I found, which I will detail below. It is a four legged dragon with large membranous wings that extend all the way to the end of its tail, and it has a bony frill around its head. Its a metallic yellow-brown dragon with wings that fade from grey-blue to dark red.)

Now let's talk anatomy problems:

- the wings have no membrane between the shoulder and wrist (you know, the membrane that contains an important ligament for wing motion.)

- there's a wing finger bone emerging from the elbow and more jointed wing bones all along the rest of the body. My biggest issue is actually the long claws at the end of every single wing bone. Also the random membranous neck frill with clawed bones sticking out.

- the shoulder muscles are just a shrinkwrapped mess of steroid bodybuilder bulk. The skin is so tightly sculpted to every muscular crevice and I hate it. Also the neck and belly do look a bit thin in some spots.

- the scales are too well defined in several places, and the neck scales just look like plate armor. And I know that dragons are supposed to have armored scales, but why make it look so much like sculpted metal armor when you could take inspiration from real armored animals like armadillos, and ankylosaurs? 

- speaking of dinosaurs, I love the ceratopsid style bony skull frill but it seems to emerge way too close to the mouth, it ought to be further back.

And let's apply some fixes:

(Description: The brass dragon again, but I've fixed the anatomy, as detailed below.)

 Except for the far wing and half the tail, I did leave those alone. The ultra scalloped wing edge has been smoothed over so it no longer looks like a folded paper fan. It now has a membrane between its much smaller, smoother, shoulder and its wrist. The elbow finger has been moved to the main wing hand area and all the excess claws have been removed. The tail membrane still has bone stilts in it, but there are less of them, actually starting at the base of the tail instead of further up, no longer have claws, and follow a more even shape instead of being all jagged. The belly and neck have been filled out and the scales are also less clearly defined. The chin is thicker to match the rest of the jaw (because they kinda need jaw muscles ya know) and the skull frill has been moved back. I did leave the neck membrane frill but removed the claws and made it look more like it might extend down and have a proper attachment point on the back. 

Why did I make these changes? Well I shrunk the shoulder because those huge bulky muscles would be way too heavy and not at all aerodynamic. I’m assuming these huge dragons are still capable of flight, and I’m not a fan of the “they fly because magic” explanation. This is also why I took out a lot of the tail bones and removed all the weird claws. What were those even for? Why would anything need so many pointy bits on its wings that are made of heavy material?

I also thickened up the face, neck, and belly because a dragon is going to need a lot of muscle in it’s jaws and neck, and it needs space for all it’s internal organs. That sculpted belly arch is supposed to convey an elegance or an athletic form, like a greyhound, but on a dragon it just looks oddly skinny, especially when the chest has such a huge barrel shape with those massive shoulders next to it.

I did leave the wings with their huge membranes all the way to the tail because that’s actually a sensible choice! More wing surface means better flight, especially for something so big and heavy. This is also why I left the tail spines to hold the membrane and manipulate it. How to Train Your Dragon did this sort of thing really well with the main dragon, Toothless. 

Next I’ll do the same for the black dragon design.

[omegatheunknown]

AEW Double or Nothing 2021

In which the spirit of WCW is alive in confusing and delightful ways and we are left to parse whether overbooking and extracurriculars are offset by having actually very good wrestling happening at the same time.

- Lessons learned from Revolution on the production side? Maybe just cool it on pyro, though the rappelling adventure in the Stadium Stampede showed some of that now-characteristic 'trust us it'll look better on TV' flair. Hot crowd tends to paper over most woes, and the crowd was pretty hot. My one gripe is that the casino theme is hanging around like yesterday's takeout containers. Nothing wrong with clinging to a theme, I just think it's time for season 2. My suggestion? Under the Sea.

*Pre-Card Serena Deeb (C) v Riho for the NWA Women's Championship (***1/2) - Serena Deeb's star has finally risen. She's a remarkably consistent technician and she can get a match out of anyone at this point. She's working at the level of Mercedes Martinez or Madison Eagles at this point, it's amazing that she was overlooked or considered fit only to be a coach for so long. With the NWA belt she has this new swagger, she's basically everything Tessa Blanchard might bring to the table with none of the downsides (Serena has a lot of friends and seems like a lovely person, even!) - Riho's back and here to stay. Her time in Stardom didn't do much for my evaluation of her, which is that there are many better wrestlers that would be better representatives of the joshi style and she's merely pretty good. - The match was very good. Serena showcased a champion's aggression against a sympathetic Riho, they really work well against each other, Deeb's technical prowess against Riho's flexibility led to a very dynamic finish.

*Main Card Hangman Adam Page v Brian Cage (***1/2) - Here the shenanigans start. Brian Cage is on Team Taz, Team Taz has nothing else much to do tonight, so why wouldn't Team Taz flex their muscles, bait us with HOOK, etc? (Because it would be nice to have some variety in the card in terms of a match where one competitor stands across from another competitor?) - Hangman is (checking notes) yeah, still over as fuck, as befits the Anxious Millennial Cowboy. Cage terrifies me, he's a child's drawing of a body builder. He do be very agile for a man of his immense musculature tho. They match up well, Page is biggish for a flyer, Cage loves to play catch. Nothing much to write home about, other than Hangman's beautiful moonsault to the floor and what was overall a very good curtain jerker. - Okay fine, I am curious about Cage's reluctance to lean on the goons, Starks can't come back soon enough.

The Young Bucks v Jon Moxley & Eddie Kingston (***) - I will not be referring to Mox & Eddie as (The) Wild Things because it gives me 'he calls it the wacky line' flashbacks for some reason. - The Bucks have to cheat and abuse Rick Knox's attention span constantly to be on even footing with Mox & Eddie, which is a clever sort of thing that gets washed out by the appearance of LG and Karl Anderson, which again, is cool in a vacuum but was the story of the evening. - Pace was weird - repetitive in eliminating Eddie, then Mox fights back, failed hope spot, Bucks team up, Eddie saves x2/3 in a row. - Mox, unlike Cody (in so many ways,) will probably actually be taking some time off with Renee, which is the kind of thing I would prefer not to know in terms of booking, but they really uh, put him down on the canvas here, and it felt pretty finale-esque.

Casino Battle Royale (n/r, but on the balance pro) - Any changes to the theme of the PPV would likely include changing up the nonsense suit format of these largely joyless slogs. - Obviously anticipating a NJPW talent, or... I dunno, actually -- Lio Rush was a surprise. Got in a quick demonstration of his otherworldly quickness, and you know what, there's probably a fun place for him in AEW. He'll need some friends, of course, feel like Team Taz might fit his temperament. I wonder if he was aware of the Mark Henry news... - Christian does not need to win this kind of match to get a title shot, obviously, but that said it was super lovely to use him to give Jungle Boy the shine. Jungle Boy would be a license to print money if he was even as big as Hangman. - Could register some continued griping about how Penta is not getting his due in AEW but he also literally was dressed as the Joker so I'm low on sympathy on this one particular night.

Anthony Ogogo v Cody Rhodes (*) - I did not like this. It's hard for me to read jingoism as a face move to begin with, and Cody's was egregiously tone deaf and kinda silly yet delivered without a trace of irony because Cody doesn't do irony on purpose, ridiculous neck tattoo aside. - Great argument to be made that Ogogo just isn't experienced enough to be winning matches against Cody. But like, what are we doing here? Cody needs to take some time off, maybe. I thought that's what was happening when he had his mini feud with Penta that really just ended in quick decisive Cody win. I though maybe Cody was being turned when QT and The Factory snapped-- sure, they're a group of impotent player 2s, but Cody is an out of touch elitist with a callous and manipulative streak. Alas, also no. America #1. - Cody is approximately 8 times as tough as Billy Gunn based on his weathering of the one punch man. Match ran a bit long given how little there was to go on. Cody gigged? Quelle surprise. - Cody had the best match on the card like, 3 out of the first 4 AEW events or something, and that was all booking and storytelling. I do hope Cody follows Moxley's lead into a little sabbatical.

Miro (C) v Lance Archer for the TNT Championship (**1/2) - Card's hossiest hoss match, a quick burst reminiscent of a car wreck. Absolutely hit on what it should've hit on but a little slow moving considering it went all of 10 minutes. - I will not complain about Jake the Snake, who I love. And also the gimmick spot, with Miro very astutely yeeting what was definitely a snake in a bag (surely.) back down the tunnel.

Dr Britt Baker, DMD v Hikaru Shida (C) for the AEW Women's Championship (***) - Picked up a lot of steam toward the end but seemed a little toothless (heh) until the last five. - Shida 'deserved' some more time as champion in front of crowds but also it's time to let heel Britt reach her peak, I can't even imagine how obnoxious she can be as the champ, it's going to be great.

Sting & Darby Allin v Ethan Page & Scorpio Sky (***1/2) - Such is the power of STING that I feel like I might be underrating this match... I mean it was an okay match about very simply getting some revenge and the sixty year old man did a very subdued Code Red and a slightly less subdued dive. He's also Sting. They missed an opportunity in calling it the 'Scorpio' Death Drop, but the main takeaway here is you see something like this where it's The Icon and you start to understand why WWE trots out their legends to come out of incredibly still kick ass without bending their knees. - The difference, I guess, is that Sting is absolutely being used to build up Darby Allin, whereas it's not like the fed brought back Goldberg and his attendant aura to pump up... anyone but Goldberg?

Kenny Omega (C) v PAC v Orange Cassidy for the AEW World Championship (****) - Off the top I have to say I'm very sad that the rest of the Galaxy's Greatest Friends were seen only very briefly, nice of them to bring OC's backpack. - Also have to point out that PAC's promo featured one of my favourite jokes, that Kenny must be short for Kenneth as a sort of legal/birth name belonging to a professional wrestler. (See also: Samoa Joseph) - And Mr Cassidy certainly did try in this match, ragdoll sells and all. Kenneth and PAC are absurd talents who bring aerial, power and technical maneuvers in equal measure and OC is not doing any of those on the same level, but he picked his spots, showed his genre savvy and hung in there to the point that he wasn't just the fall guy. - The extracurriculars continue in a match that was already a little overboard for silliness due to asymmetry... I think if you're the Invisible Hand it would've made sense to save up all your tricks for this match, but who am I to question the golden goose? - Sure, Kenny and Don ran the classic heel manager interference spot and taking out the ref in desperation spot but having to take out the ref because PAC wouldn't break the hold is fun, as is the stupid/inspired sense in running the 'smash opponent with the belt' spot four times so as none of your heavy gold prizes feel left out. (I love that AAA Mega Championship, they weren't on TV so we get to see it?) - "Fuck You, Don," indeed.

The Inner Circle v The Pinnacle in 'Stadium Stampede II' (***1/2) - This one had to grow on me for two reasons, first that it's usually pretty unforgivable to co-opt the main event spot from the championship match, and second to law of diminishing returns on dumb gimmick matches. - But grow it did. There's a full on meat locker? Commentary will refer to a cardboard cut-out of Shahid Khan as Tony Khan's father (that's canon now,) and Jericho will lovingly pat it? Konnan happened to be the DJ at whatever night club there is a Jaguar Stadium? Spears surrounds himself dramatically with chairs and his hoisted by his own petard? - Ultimately it comes down to letting Sammy shine. His involvement with the Inner Circle has sometimes come at the cost of being able to showcase that prior to AEW he was an ascendant talent in PWG, on his way to Ricochet level feats of acrobatic excess. Still feel like Sammy could've/should've been the one tossed off the cage a few weeks ago, but even better is being the guy getting the pin in the ring.

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Rose Petal: Chapter 2

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pairing: Wolffe x fem!Reader

warnings: cursing, insecurity, FLUFF, angst, Wolffe being a good dad, mentions of not getting an abortion (IMPLIED, THE WORD IS NOT ACTUALLY USED)

word count: 2,188

notes: So I originally was going to post this Tuesday, but I finished it early and felt like posting it early so here it is... I hope you enjoy!!!

tags: @catsnkooks​, @queenchaos-5​

You gently rock Rose in your arms as you sat in the chair behind your desk. You looked to Wolffe, who was still sleeping peacefully on your bed. He was still in his civvies (a tight-fitting grey shirt, and a pair of dark jeans) that he had worn to the hospital when Sera went into labor. You were glad the 104th was on leave because it gave you and Wolffe more time to figure out what to do about Rose, seeing as Sera just abandoned Rose and Wolffe. You knew he’d never give her up, so that made things a bit more difficult seeing as it was illegal for him to have a child. 

You looked back down at the baby and smiled sweetly at her. Rose was awake, which you didn’t figure was an issue. She looked up at you, lifted her hand, and made a grabbing gesture at you. You place your hand in front of Rose and she grabbed hold of your pointer finger. You silently giggled at the girl. As you looked at her you realized just how much she looked like Wolffe. Rose had his beautiful golden brown eyes and his dark tan skin. She was born with a full head of his black hair. The only thing she didn’t seem to inherit from Wolffe was her nose, which was a cute little button. 

You sighed, thinking about how you and Wolffe were going to go about this. You promised to watch Rose when Wolffe couldn’t, and you would. But you couldn’t watch her all the time. More specifically when you had to tend to injured men.

‘I can’t just put the baby in a baby carrier and carry her around as I tend to the men. That’s not safe for them, nor is it safe for Rose.’ You thought.

You also thought about where she would sleep. Wolffe had his own private quarters, which helped that situation. There wasn’t that much space but you figured you could a least fit a crib in there. If not, you could try to convince Wolffe to switch quarters with you. Yours was significantly larger, which you didn’t find fair at all. If Wolffe did swap rooms with you he could fit a lot more that he’d need in there. 

‘Yeah, that could work.’ You thought. ‘Though I doubt Wolffe would be okay with it. He’d probably just feel bad for taking my room.’

Now food, diapers, and clothes for little Rose. That was going to be more difficult. Campaigns can last weeks, months even. You groaned.

‘This is going to be harder than I thought.’

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up to see Wolffe getting up and sitting on the edge of the bunk. He yawned and stretched, the muscles in his arms and torso flexed. You caught yourself staring, but quickly blinked to push away any unwanted thoughts. Wolffe was your best friend, nothing more. Yeah sure you may have been in love with the clone commander, but you valued your friendship with him too much to ever act upon those feelings. 

“Good morning Wolffe,” you said with a smile.

“Mornin’,” Wolffe smiled.

He stood up and walked over to you. Wolffe didn’t waste any time taking Rose from you, cradling her gently in his arms, it was as if the four hours of sleep he got were too many to be apart from his daughter. Wolffe lowered his head, gently placing his forehead on Rose’s. You smiled at the touching scene.

“So, we have a lot to figure out.” You began.

“I know,” Wolffe sighed. “First we should probably figure out food for Rose. She’ll probably be wanting something to eat soon.”

“The field medics have formula and diapers for a situation where they run into a civilian who needs them. I know where it is, I can go get some of both and meet you in the barracks.”

Wolffe’s brows furrowed.

“Why would we meet in the barracks? Couldn’t I just go with you to the medbay?” Wolffe inquired. 

“Wolffe, you’re going to have to tell your brothers about Rose eventually.”

“I know, but what are they going to think of me. I’m their CO, I’m supposed to be smarter than accidentally getting someone pregnant, someone I never even loved. Hell, I felt so little towards her I didn’t even tell the boys who she was, they knew I was in a relationship, but they never even knew her name. Then I went and messed everything up. I got her pregnant, and I don’t even know how it could have happened. They’re going to think I’m a di’kut. A horny shiny who can’t keep it in his blacks.”

“Sera, we need to talk.”

“Yes, Wolffe we do.”

“You want to go first then, Sera?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Wolffe’s eyes doubled in size. His jaw dropped. He didn’t say anything for a while. Sera had yet to say anything else. She just stood there with a blank expression. Wolffe finally spoke.

“That’s, uh, that’s… you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, that is what I said. I have proof of that as well from my doctor if you don’t believe me.” Sera spat out.

“No! No, I-I believe you. I’m just shocked. I mean you’re on birth control. You went on it because you didn’t want to use biosheaths anymore. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Well, it did,” Sera replied coldly.

‘But how?’ Wolffe thought.

“Wh-What do you want to do?” Wolffe asked. 

“As much as I am not ready to have a child at the moment, I won’t get rid of the baby.”

Wolffe nodded. He was relieved to hear she was going to have the baby. As much as it scared him, he did want the baby. His baby. As much as he disliked Sera, he would stay with her. Not for Sera, but for his unborn child.

“I will be there as much as I can, Sera. I-I promise. I’ll be there for… you.”

You stared at Wolffe. Sure he had shown his more emotional side to you before, but never to this extent. You never knew Wolffe to be this insecure. The last time you saw him like this was when he lost his eye. He was downright scared then, and you couldn’t help but think he was scared now too. You were concerned about Sera getting pregnant despite being on birth control, but that wasn’t something the two of you should be talking about right now.

“Wolffe, they won’t think any less of you,” you started, drawing a scoff out of Wolffe. “I’m being serious, Wolffe. They aren’t going to see you as a horny shiny who can’t keep it in his pants. They’re going to see a dedicated father who would do anything for his daughter. They’re going to see their amazing brother who would do anything to keep them safe. Sure they might be a little upset you didn’t tell them sooner, but they won’t think any less of you.” 

Wolffe didn’t say anything. He didn’t know why, but he believed you. Maybe it was the fact that he was deeply in love with you, but he would believe anything you told him.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I really don’t know what else to say. And I understand that I need to tell my brothers about Rose, but I’d much rather her eat first before we handle that. Plus I need caf.”

You nodded. You understood.

“Let me take a shower and get changed real quick. Feel free to use my caf maker.” You said, standing up and making your way into the refresher that was connected to your quarters.

Wolffe nodded and went to the caf maker. He turned the caf maker on and placed a mug under it, while carefully holding Rose. While waiting for the caf to be done he turned his attention back to Rose. He placed his hand on her belly and began tickling her. Rose giggled in delight and gave him a big toothless smile. He giggled along with her. Wolffe was so caught up in the cuteness that was his daughter that he didn’t notice you exiting the refresher.

“This is a good look for you Wolffe.” You smirked. 

He quickly looked up at you, a scowl forming on his face.

“Shut up,” Wolffe growled out, grabbing cup of caf before making his way to the door. “Are you ready now?”

You rolled your eyes. 

‘And the commander is back.’ You thought.

You made your way out of the room and down the corridor with Wolffe walking slightly in front of you. The halls were empty, seeing as no one really had anything to do other than to rest. It was the one time the troopers were actually allowed to sleep in, and they took advantage of that.

Your walk with Wolffe was quiet. The silence continued as they reached the medbay. Wolffe sat on one of the beds with Rose still in his arms, sipping on his caf, and you went into one of the storage rooms. You picked up a box and grabbed some diapers and formula. The formula was luckily water-activated, so you wouldn’t have to figure out where to find milk. You were just finishing packing the small box of supplies for Wolffe when you heard loud crying. You walked out of the closet to see a very panicked Wolffe and a very upset Rose. As you approached the pair, Wolffe looked up at you.

“I-I don’t know what happened. Sh-she was fine a second ago.” Wolffe panicked.

“Well, she’s most likely either hungry or went potty. So, unwrap her from the blanket and check her diaper.”

Wolffe got off the bed, then gently placed the crying baby back on the bed, carefully unwrapping the blanket around her. Wolffe took her out of her light pink onesie and moved to check her diaper and grimaced. 

“It’s the diaper,” Wolffe said. 

You nodded and told him to take the diaper off. Then, you set the box down and went to grab a cloth and wet it with warm water. You handed it to Wolffe, who took it and raised a brow. You rolled your eyes.

“You have to clean her, Wolffe. Use the cloth and wipe her.”

Wolffe groaned, but did as you instructed. Once he was done, he set the cloth down and looked back to you. You grabbed a diaper and stepped up next to Wolffe, and handed him the diaper. He took it and you began explaining how to put the diaper on Rose. Wolffe was able to successfully put the diaper on the first try, much to your surprise. When you tell him he did it correctly, a triumphant smirk appears on his face. You laughed quietly at how proud of himself he was. He made a face at you before looking back to his daughter, who was delightfully sticking her foot in her mouth. Wolffe smiled fondly and gently pulled her foot out of her mouth. You giggle at the sight. Wolffe put Rose back in her onesie and picked her up. 

“So, what next?” He asked you.

“Well, I’d say let’s get Rose something to eat.”

Wolffe nodded in confirmation and you walked him through the steps of mixing the formula. After all that was done, she taught him how to clean the bottle. Wolffe picked up Rose and fed her. Then you taught him how to burp her, telling him to put a towel on his shoulder because babies often spit it back up, which Rose did. Wolffe cleaned her face, then pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose.

“The men will be waking up soon,” Wolffe sighed. “I guess now’s as good a time as any.” 

Wolffe looked concerned. You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at you. You gave him a soft smile, which he returned. 

“It’ll be ok, but good luck anyway.”

“Wait, aren’t you coming with me?” Wolffe panicked.

“You’re a big boy, Wolffe, you can handle yourself. Besides this is more of a brother to brothers thing.”

Wolffe sighed and nodded before turning to leave the medbay. He clung tighter to his daughter to help ground himself. He made his way to the barracks trying to figure out what to say.

‘Men this is Rose, she’s my daughter and… no. Troopers, this is my daughter, her name is Rose… no.’ 

Wolffe groaned.

“How are we going to do this, huh?” He asked the baby, who tilted her head slightly in response. 

Wolffe had been so lost in thought he hadn’t realized he was already outside the barracks. He stood outside the door, unable to move to enter. He could hear the laughter of his brothers on the other side of the door. Suddenly the doors to the barracks slid open, revealing Boost, Sinker, and Comet. Wolffe’s eyes went wide. The three brothers stopped at the sight of their commander and instantly stood straighter. Comet noticed the baby first and quickly spoke up about her.

“Uh, Wolffe? Why do you have a baby?”