#viking ship in space

[cosmic-theory]

просто дотронься, пены не бойся, рядом со мною плыви

insp. by Julia Savicheva - Korabli

[purple-goo-writes]

The Weasels are craving rare pairings apparently

Viking-esq! TWUNK! Danny working as a engineer/mechanic for Ferris Aircraft.

He started working while Hal was away on Lantern business.

Hal comes back and is convinced the really cute new engineer/mechanic is possibly an alien and trying to suss him out.

Unintentionally wooing Danny through being an endearing Himbo of a man.

[tyrannuspitch]

a few things asgard looks like to me

[tyrannuspitch]

really really funny to pull the "healthy platonic relationship" card for a ship where their first encounter is literally borderline torture. like he's literally arguing that telling a prisoner in a shock collar that their entire life purpose is to be evil, suffer and die is #Wholesome. BUT GOD FORBID YOU'RE GAY

“"I think platonic is the word. I think we don't see enough platonic, healthy, beautiful relationships between men in TV. And I think that is why that relationship was so beautiful and disarming to people, is because how often do you see two men being able to open up and actually speak about their feelings? And I think that that was something in that first episode, that Mobius was able to do really beautifully. He was basically saying, "I see you, I see the pain that you're in. I see the bad things that you did. That's ok. I'm not judging. Let's talk and find a way to you becoming the best version of yourself," and I think that was exciting." — Loki Exec. Producer on Lokius ship

the amount of no-homo-ing marvel studios does w/ every project is beyond me 😭 the “can’t we see healthy friendships” excuse only works so many times guys (did this w/ stucky, sambucky, carolmaria, etc)

"we don't see enough platonic, healthy, beautiful relationships between men in tv" AS IF MARVEL HASN'T BEEN RUINING EVERY SINGLE PLATONIC HEALTHY BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP THEY CAN GET THEIR HANDS ON SO PPL DON'T CALL THEM GAY...................................................speechless

[lilacargent]

How cold is too cold?

The Quelec had been left alone after their adamant refusal to join the Conclave. This draconian looking species viewed most other creatures as lesser, which made the conclave just as happy to ignore the Quelec and their nearly uninhabitable icy planet.

It didn’t take long before the Prideful creatures couldn’t stand being put to the side like they didn’t matter. Requesting a diplomatic convoy to reopen the conversation was only a ploy to take them hostage and issue ridiculous demands to capture the Conclaves attention.

It is now that a conclave mother ship is hanging just out of orbit to make a plan to get them back. Above a massive map of the icy landscape with one thin line of forest across its median, the three crews tasked with the retrieval are discussing loudly.

“No they can sense electrical currents, and any blast from their breath weapons will shut down our vehicles.” The tall bipedal alien that looks remarkably like a yeti yells at the other people around the table ‘going in with a full frontal attack is going to get everyone killed and if they don’t the cold will. The hostages are held at this planets south pole, which functions as a great prison because of its insane cold!’ The group of Lokachs (a more serpent like alien) hiss at the hostile tone ‘ssssoo far you have not gotten a better idea. Perhaps think for yourself Loquacious.’ When a fight is about to break out the human mediator steps forward. Followed by a tall bearded man and a woman dressed in remarkably non uniform clothes, with markings on her face. ‘No fighting here, they send all of us because we have different experiences with the cold. You, Loquacious of the Relokip, can keep your internal temperatures high like the Quelec can but you’re saying they can sense how you do that?’ the second in command responds ‘Captain Drissum, sir. We generate static electricity in our fur and change it through our nerve system into heat. But the energy will set off the sense of the Quelec.’ With a slow nod Marcus will gesture to the people with him ‘We specifically picked people from a cold climate with generations of experience for this mission: Katjuk from the united Inuit tribes, and Bjørn from the high north and re-established viking society. After many humans left the planet because space travel became widely available the sudden climate changes from the departure of all these people caused an ice age to some degree. All of a sudden skills their people had perfected over generations became increasingly valuable, now they come to share this with us.’

Stepping into the middle of the group Katjuk is the first to speak, ‘we have means to travel the icy tundra without alerting the Quelec, and my friend and his crew have the skills and weapons to protect us during this track. The air is almost good for us the only dangerous aspect is the sulfur and a simple respirator will fix this without using electricity.’ Loquacious lets out a loud bellowing laugh ‘How in the eternal universe are you going to survive the cold without your electricity run suits then? And if you people are soooo cool why do you need us?!’ Marcus just facepalms and Bjørn shoulders past him towering above most people here, but only at eye hight with Loquacious ‘Unless you want us to drop you at the surface with us, you get to sit in your pretty ships and shoot up the other pole and if you are actually brave you can make a bigger splash by going into orbit and making sure they leave their hidey holes.’ kitjak pulls out several packages of fabric and shows one of them to the groups ‘these are a type of clothes our ancestors have used to keep warm in horrible cold, we are going to use them now to do the same. Now on how to get on the planet we are going to do a dead drop, with parachutes. No electricity involved.’ With a thoughtful expression the elder woman looks at the main Lokach, ‘we are going to need your biggest stealth ship, i have been told that it can start up with unheard of speeds almost straight up, is that correct? If so we would need it dropped with us, it is going to be our way out, hopefully it is too quick for the Quelec to respond and we can be picked ultimately outside of orbit.’ Taking a step forward the male bows his head ‘thisss iss the cassse indeed, how do you know it exists?’ Marcus laughs ‘we know most things, but that is not the point now.’ Seemingly having decided that the other groups knew all they needed the humans start speaking with eachother about how they are going to time all of it.

After the fact Loquacious recounts with stunned admiration to the Conclave ‘they dropped down from our highspeed ships with 30 creatures they call dogs, specifically trained to pull sleds and run in packs. The sleds flew over the icy landscape with no regard for the cold. Once they arrived at the strong hold Bjørns men put on spikes on their feet, ropes all around them and scaled the walls like it was nothing. Somehow it took no more than 30 minutes for them to return with the hostages, dropping them down with the ropes like they weighed nothing. Immediately being clothed by Kitjacks group put on the sleds, to return at breakneck speeds.’ Loquacious is silent for a bit when Ilsop (the head Lokach) speaks up ‘with no regard for their own safety they returned the people to the ship we had dropped in the forest line, the dogs are trained to not fear anything their people will tell them to do. There was no sign of exhaustion on these creatures, i believe they would have been able to walk so much further.’ Shocked faces all around look to the massive windows overlooking the internal park of this garden world where a dozen humans are playing with dangerous predators without a fear in the world.

The humans will always find a way.

Outside Bjørn is speaking with Kitjak ‘You know it wasnt even that cold, a Canadian would have worn shorts’ Laughing loudly the woman agrees.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tadah

As this is not my culture i did a lot of research, if i have represented things wrong please tell me. Because of that i have remained vague on certain aspects i could not find clear info on.

This took a bit but in response to @caffineandsugar s request for nordic/inuit/ scandinavian focussed.

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

From the moment Ed lands on the Revenge, I think Stede stops thinking of the Captain’s quarters, and the ship really, as ‘his’ and begins thinking of it as ‘ours.’* Ed’s wearing Stede’s clothes within hours. By morning, Stede’s sharing his marmalade stash. Ed borrows Stede’s clothes for the French party, is invited into his bednook to watch the fuckery. Ed uses the bathroom as a safe space covered by Stede’s battle jacket. Lounges on the chaise longer. Nighttime brandies, sumptuous shared breakfasts.

Ed might initially covet Stede’s stuff entirely for himself, but that changes very quickly. He wants to share this way of life Stede’s got going here. The way they fall into such easy domesticity makes what happens next all the more heartbreaking.

Izzy claims that Ed’s decision to throw out Stede’s stuff is because he doesn’t want ‘Stede’s old dross.’ But I don’t think that’s Ed’s motivation at all. It’s his old dross too. Symbolically the stuff thrown out represented their life together on the Revenge.

This isn’t a jilted spouse cutting up Armani suits out of spite, because I don’t think Ed believes Stede will ever see the results. Ed is quite clear: he now thinks Stede is a dilettante when it comes to the Revenge, piracy, and himself. He calls the crew abandoned on the sandbank ‘Bonnet’s playthings’. The line ‘on to the next’ is ambiguous in that it is referring to Ed ‘moving on’ (sure, Ed), but also Stede, who is no doubt ‘on to the next’ plaything.

Furthermore, during the 204 couch scene, Ed tells Stede he was a ‘whim’, like his wife and ‘toy unicorn boat.’ So in 1.10, Ed likely thinks Stede’s left for good.

As things often are with Ed, the ridding of Stede’s possessions is an act of self-harm. He is throwing out his dream of a life with Stede, his belief he can have fine things; destroying all softness, possibly almost as an act of penance, a castigation, for being so fucking stupid - such a ‘fucking idiot’.

It’s shame-driven. Ed’s so embarrassed he thought it was real. And the crew know. They all know Stede left him. And they all now know that Ed is worthless like he always knew he was. And they saw him soft and broken on deck - they saw ‘Edward’. But he can’t be Edward. It’s not safe.

Maybe if Ed can throw out all of these objects, he can convince himself and everyone else it never really happened. That life was always grim and relentless. That he was always a scary, Viking vampire clown. He can eradicate the dream of something other…

After all, Stede Bonnet was too good for him.

Just a mirage.

A pipe-dream…

*technically they’ve been invaded so the ship is Ed’s, but he never treats it as such, and always recognises Stede as captain.

[druidwolf21]

As per the votes, here's some loving smut with everyone's fav space viking!

Leman Russ/F reader

Content warning-

sexual content

A bit of fluff

Homesickness

Saying I love you during sexy time???

@moodymisty @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @lemon-russ @beckyninja @jaghatai-khock

Hope you like some sexy lovins

Words and meanings

Skitja- fenrisian curse

Volda Hamarrki- the mountain range of fenris

Skitnah-dirty/foul

Aett- clan hols/ heath fenrisian name for the fang

Stormurstjórn- stormcaller (I used this as a little pet name

Skíthof- another fenrisian curse

Gmorl-fate

The fire roared and blazed, spitting sparking embers across the marbled guard as you stared listlessly into the light. The book you had been reading hung limply from your hand as your eyes followed motes of flames dancing from one cindered log to another as it's warmth gently toasted your skin.

You allowed your eyes to wander from the embers to the room you sat in. Cold steel walls rising high above you, dispersed with woven tapestries of great battles and flickering oil torches. You sighed wistfully as your sight fell on a painting of a forest, trees frosted with diamond snow and silvered icicles, shadowy wolven figures dancing through the wood with amber eyes that seemed to glow.

You fisted the furs on the bed you had perched on as you threw the book aside and fell backwards, staring at the canopy above you, willing it to turn from soft cotton into the grey fenrisian sky. Squeezing your eyes shut and inhaling, you could almost smell the frozen sap, warm mjord and smelting iron that hung perpetually through the halls of the fang.

But home was a long way away and no matter how hard you willed it, upon opening your eyes, the dream of Asaheim faded into the distance. Your memory of warm meals and warmer company left a bitter taste in your mouth as you swept a hand across your face. Your thoughts were dragged back into the present by a wet nose against your thigh and a quiet whine.

Resigning yourself to your current situation, you drag yourself upright, smiling gently as you come face to face with golden eyes and a maw of teeth as long as Eldari daggers. Thick lines of spit coated each fang as the beast breathed heavily in your face before letting out another low whine.

You snorted and place a hand on the wolf's snout, playfully pushing it away.

""Skítja, fenki!" You curse "what have you been eating, your breath is worse than...well I don't know, but it's bad!"

You recoiled as your question got you a long, hot lick from your bare ankle to the top of your thigh. You hopped off the bed and rushed to an oaken dressing table, ripping a towel from a drawer and dragging it along your leg.

"you are so gross" you laugh lightly, dropping the towel and walking back over, pressing your face into warm fur and inhaling deeply.

"I guess you miss home too, huh?"

You nuzzled in deeper, wrapping your arms around the giant canine as far as you could, twisting your fingers through coarse fur and feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of it's chest.

"I promise, as soon as we can, we'll take you back home, back to Volda Hamarrki. Me, you, Russ and Geri, does that sound good?" You whispered, trying to stem tears before they fell

"we'll go back, away from this Skitnah ship, feel the snow under our feet again"

The tears flowed freely as you buried your face, gritting your teeth, willing them to stop as you fought to push the home sickness from your thoughts.

"Making plans for me, my little Stormurstjórn?"

You spun round, hair whipping around as you turned to face the owner of the deep voice that thrummed through you.

Lemans grin faltered as he saw your face, wet with tears, he threw down his thick cloak as he rushed over, dropping to a knee and cupping your face gently.

"my heart, what happened? why do you cry?" His face darkens and a snarl starts forming on his face, his hands and eyes gliding over you "did someone hurt you? If someone touched you I'll.."

You shake your head gently, looking into lemans icy blue eyes and smiling shyly.

"no my lord, I'm fine, just wishing for the comforts of home"

You see the tension leave your primarks body as he leans back slightly and your heart fluttered as his easy smile found his face again. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pressing his forehead against yours.

"The Aett may be far, but you are here and that is home enough for me" he murmured, his voice as thick and sweet as honey mjord as he brushed the tears from your face.

You pulled away and pressed your hands to his cheeks, admiring the way the dying embers cast a warm glow across his face and down his neck. His eyes shone, almost reflective as the light flittered and sputtered.

A thick golden braid had fallen over his shoulder and You leant back in, running the hair through your fingers before pressed a kiss against his lips. His arms wrapped around you and you felt like you were melting into him as he returned your touch, running his tongue along your lips, deepening the kiss.

You gasped as a callused hand found your ass, snaking beneath the metal blue dress you were wearing. Leman took advantage of your shock, pushing is tongue into your mouth and tasting you, his other hand locked in your hair. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sucked his tongue, tasting mjord and smoke, earning a growl in return.

You separated and leman admired the mess you had become already, lips pink and cheeks flushed.

"I can give you a taste of home, if you miss it so much" he smirked, running his tongue along his fangs.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, before leaning back in for another kiss.

Russ took this as an open invite and swept you in his arms, dropping you on the bed and slowly slid your dress off your shoulders, peppering kisses and bites marks down your neck and shoulders as he swept the garment from under you and tossed it to the floor. His hand gripped your waist and ran down your thighs as he took a perk nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, he grinned again, lifting himself from your breast to look at you.

Your eyes were slightly glazed as your chest rose and fell, looking at your lover with doe eyes.

He returned his gaze to your body, trailing his tongue down your stomach before reaching where you wanted.

He lifted your thighs higher as he dove in, licking and sucking on your pussy like a starving man. You gasped and instinctively locked your fingers in his hair.

His tongue felt rough but throne did he know what he what he was doing

Your moaned his name, hips jerking fruitlessly as he held you down, his eyes locked on your face as you came, your hands tightening in his hair as your orgasm rocked through you.

Leman rose, licking away your taste from his lips as he looked down at his work, you lay, flushed and gasping on the warm fur across the bed.

Just the way he liked it

He quickly made light work of his own clothes, throwing them into their own heap next to yours

Your eyes grazed over his body as he stalked towards you, trailing down his broad, scarred chest, following the line of his abs and the trail of hair, lower and lower...

Leman, climbed over you, his braids tickling your skin as he gently gripped one of your hands, locking it next to your head and gazing down at you. You felt your cheeks flush at the intensity of his eyes. The concern, care and feral arousal in his stare raised a heat in your core.

"my little queen" he whispered in your ear, as he slowly slid inside you, inch by inch filing you. You moaned as you felt yourself stretch to your limit, his dick reaching deep inside you as your back arched, pressing your breasts into his chest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and slowly withdrew, before sliding back inside you, over and over.

"I'll fuck all the sadness right out of you"

You moan his name as he ground into you, one hand still gripping yours as the other held your thigh up, fucking you deeper than you could imagine. His dick touched every part of you as he filled you, over and over. The knot in you stomach getting tighter and tighter...

"L..leman right there!" You mutter into his ear, biting at his lobe "p please"

"Skíthof" he cursed as he felt you tighten around him, "so tight for me" your muscles fluttering around his cock as he drove deeper into you as you came.

Yes, scream my name, you belong to me, my sweet, my heart

You panted as you finished, wrestling your hand free, you gripped around his neck and looked deeply into his eyes.

"I love you, leman" you sighed, biting you lip as the feel of his driving into you, the sound of his breath and skin on skin and the heat from his body drove you towards another peak. "I love you, my wolf"

A brief look of shock passed across Russ's face, his movements became erratic and he growled and dropped his head to your shoulder as you felt him finish, feeling his cum fill you up as he jerked into you, pushing it deep inside your pussy and biting your shoulder, marking you as you cried out, finishing with him.

You stayed like that, wrapped under the body of your lord, his face pressed into the crook of your neck and your arms around him, his dick still wreathed inside you as his cum slowly leaked out.

The reality of your words set in

I love you leman...

The sweet comfort of your afterglow vanished and you blushed furiously.

"did I seriously say that for the first time DURING SEX?!" You screamed internally

Finally, you felt your partner moved, slowly raising off you, his locks tickling across your breasts sending goosebumps across your bare skin as he looked down at you wordlessly, the blue galciers of his eyes looking down at you, almost searching.

"mmm my lord I.." you stutter, trying to find the right words.

He silenced you with a firm kiss, grinning that stupid sexy grin. But despite the smug smile creeping across his features, his face was soft and he met your confused look.

"And I you, my Gmorl"

You lay in shock for a moment, your brain twisting at what was happening as leman pulled away from you and stretched, looking over his shoulder at you. You sat, bolting upright.

"I.. you..."

He smirked at you over his shoulder before rising to his feet and throwing your dress at you.

"come then, sweet one, do you still wish to see fenris again?"

He loved the way your eyes sparkled and you jumped off the bed towards him, clutching your wrinkled dress to your chest.

"really?? We're going home?" You laughed and spun and leman felt his heart skipped a beat in his chest.

He shook his head and bared his fangs in a wide love sick smile

"anything for you, my little love"

[lokijiro]

This is beautiful! I love this in every way.

[ironclark]

To see even more Keyblades, check out @KeybladeForge and the discord! https://discord.gg/JV6NFtTA4c

SWAMP GAS -

A Keyblade modeled after the world of DreamWork's Shrek! This keyblade makes your Fire spells a higher tear! The handle and hilt of the Keyblade is designed after Shrek's swamp home, with it's green aesthetic. The shaft of the blade is designed after Fiona's tower where she was held, with the very top having the top of Duloc's castle. The teeth of the blade is formed by Dragon. The token is the iconic Shrek "S".

The World Logo is designed after Shrek's home, his favorite place in the world. The name comes from the plot centering around Shrek's swamp, as well as his gassy nature. 

QUANTONIUM-

This Keyblade is designed after the sci-fi nature of DreamWorks' Monsters vs Aliens. This keyblade is designed to increase the damage of combo finishers! The hilt guard of this blade is designed after the containment cells of the government facility housing the monsters. The shaft and teeth of the Keyblade is designed after the meteor contianing the Quantonium flying through space, with a bit of the comet tail forming Insectosaurous' wing. The keychain is designed after BOB, with the token being Insectosaurous. 

The World Logo is that of Susan's home town of Modesto. The name comes from the energy that provides Susan her giant form. 

FURY OF THE NIGHT-

A Keyblade designed after the viking style of DreamWorks' How to Train Your Dragon. This Keyblade is designed to give protection against any lightning and fire attacks. The entire Keyblade is inspired by a Vikings' ship with Toothless designs. The top of the Keyblade has the helmet given to Hiccup from his father. The teeth of the Keyblade is designed after Toothless' tail fin. The token is the symbol of that of the Vikings of Berk. 

The World logo is the central isles of Berk. The name comes from Toothless' species name: Nightfury. 

COLD CENTER-

A simple keyblade designed afte the dreams and iciness of DreamWorks' Rise of the Guardians. This keyblade is designed to have high blizzard damage. The shaft and handle of the Keyblade is designed after Jack Frost's staff. The hilt and keychain is designed after Sandman's magical sand. The teeth of the blade is designed after Jack's ice abilities. The token is that of Baby Tooth. 

The world logo is that of Burgess, where Jack Frost is from. The name comes from North urging Jack to find his center, as well as Jack being a spirit of Winter. 

PANDA WARRIOR-

A Keyblade designed after the Jade Palace of DreamWorks' Kung Fu Panda. This keyblade is designed to have high combos and greater effects from food. The hiltguard of the blade is designed after the Jade Palace, with the handle being inspired by Oogway's staff. The shaft of the blade is designed to have the Furious Five designs through it. The teeth is a stylized version of a panda fist. The token is that of a dumpling, Po's motivation. 

The World Logo is that of where the Furious Five train and call home. The name is a combination of Dragon Warrior and Po being a Panda.

BLACK MAMBA-

A Keyblade designed after the mechanical mind of DreamWorks' Megamind! This keyblade is designed to have high thunder damage. The bottom half of the hilt and teeth of the blade is designed after Megamind's Brainbots, his self-made minions. The top half of the hilt is designed after Megamind's Black Mamba's suit. The shaft is designed after the robot suit of the Black Mamba. The token is that of Megamind's logo.

The World Logo is that of Metro City (or Metrocity), the central city of the movie. The name comes from the special suit that Minion had designed. 

[whencyclopedia]

Vikings: Jewelry, Weapons & Social Change at The VIKINGR Exhibition

In April 2019 The Museum of Cultural History in Oslo, Norway opened its doors to the new exhibition VÍKINGR containing rich treasures and unique archaeological finds from the Viking Age (c. 750 - 1050 CE). The Viking age is considered Norway's and the rest of Scandinavia's “golden age”, and the tales of violent warrior seafarers have fascinated people all over the world for centuries. The Vikings are famous for their plundering of monasteries on the British Isles and the Viking helmet (wrongly depicted with horns in popular culture), but by visiting the VÍKINGR exhibition you will also learn that the Vikings were international traders, and that the Viking Age (c. 750 - 1050 CE) was an important period of transition in the northernmost part of Europe. This period saw the opening of new trade routes, the unification of Norway and the conversion to Christianity. The artifacts exhibited, including the world's best-preserved Viking helmet, the sword from Langeid and the largest Viking treasure ever found in Norway, are not only worth admiring for their beauty but also for what they can tell us about the Vikings' lives and values in a time of transition and change.

Walking into the exhibition, which is on the third floor of the museum, feels a bit like walking into a fancy jewelry store as it is beautifully curated with open spaces, complimentary colors and glass displays - very fitting for an exhibition consisting of invaluable jewelry, weapons, coins and other treasures. There are 20 items or collections of items on display, almost all inside the glass display cabinets, each telling their own story.

Trade & International Treasures

The first glass cabinets showcase jewelry and other items that are a testimony to the many different trade routes and international networks of the Vikings. The first Vikings of the 7th century CE were pirates in small ships, but by the 10th century CE they had built larger ships that traveled further and they established larger armies and contact points in Europe and beyond.

The items in the first display tell the story of the establishment of the silver route connecting Scandinavia with the distant east. The treasure, consisting of several silver pieces and rings, as well as Arabian and Persian coins, was originally from areas in today's Iraq and Iran. The silver treasure traveled the long way to Norway in the 10th century CE, when the Vikings who were engaged in international trade brought large amounts of silver back to Scandinavia. Further proof of the Vikings distant and exotic trade and international contact network can be seen in the next display, where the largest Norwegian Viking treasure ever found to date is showcased. The Hon Hoard was found in 1843 CE in Buskerud, Norway and consists of large gold rings, Frankish gold jewelry, Arabian coins, colorful beads, a Roman antique gemstone, and an English ring. Admiring this beautiful treasure makes you wonder what stories the items would tell of their long journeys and their Viking owners.

Especially eye-catching are some of the gold objects, originally made in the Carolingian Empire (800 - 888 CE). A large gold brooch is the most impressive piece, and it is believed to have adorned a warrior's belt at the Carolingian court before it was transformed into a brooch after coming to Norway. Other brooches are also showcased in the exhibition as they tell the story of objects that originally were used as decorative mounts on sacred objects used in churches in the British Isles. The objects were often refashioned into brooches after the Vikings raided many of these churches and brought the items back to Norway.

Continue reading...

[spacenintendogs]

httyd hcs abt the gang's relationship to eret bc we were deprived.

eret has a sense of camaraderie with all of them eventually, but it's super rough to get along with anyone besides astrid & hiccup at first

him & astrid get along the best, obv. they spar, they talk shit, they open up abt serious things, they trade information

eret dealing with how quickly he's changed his life & while astrid doesn't fully understand she rmrs how quickly her mind had been changed & getting used to it.

stormfly still plays fetch with eret (with a stick or... with him LMAO but it helps him get used to falling from large heights & trusting he'll be caught by a dragon, either her or skullcrusher)

hiccup immediately trusts eret as much as he trusts anyone he's known for years & eret doesn't know if he deserves it but he strives to make it so he does

eret has HIGH respect for hiccup & understands what he's going through to an extent as the son of a chief (tho hiccup is chief now). hiccup is one of the only ones who know eret was son of a chief.

yea i'm going off of what was said abt fire tides with eret being the son of a chief

eret figures out exactly where toothless likes to be pet & always has to give him a scratch under the chin to say hello

fishlegs enthusiasm for dragons & infodumping is a lot for eret at first, but very quickly fishlegs unabashedly is sweet, gentle, shy, patient, & still has the ability to bite back at ppl (mostly snotlout & the twins) & eret is like okay word

fishlegs helps eret understand skullcrusher more, as he's more than eager to step into the role of teacher (this makes hiccup happy)

fishlegs tells eret abt his family's regatta history & eret is actually invested!! he's interested!!! in turn, eret shows fishlegs his ship!!

eret: (sees meatlug) oh. (gives her a snack) (gives her a snack) (gives her a snack) (gives her a

we know snotlout sees eret as a rival but eret doesn't Care™️ but it'd be funnier i think if eret doesn't Care™️ but also enjoys mildly taking the piss out of snotlout for fun

it's so easy to work snotlout up & after eret's had his fun for a few months he casually brings it up to snotlout & snotlout wants to crawl into a hole & die

they do become good friends & it's weird for ppl outside of the gang bc eret is so dry towards snotlout vs snotlout still getting in eret's face (affectionate)

hookfang just likes to push himself into eret's personal space & cuddle(?) so eret just allowe it LMAO

it's ruffnut's bluntness that has eret finally relax around her.

she defends him in a rather mundane event of eret getting heckled (again) by berkians who don't trust him (this is like, month 5 of him living on berk) by looking at each viking & roasting them calmly from the ground up with information they didn't know she knew

eret tells her thanks & she just... smiles at him. so he gives her a kiss on the cheek & it's a rare moment of ruff getting slightly flushed

tuffnut is actually very easy to get along with. he always checks on eret & makes sure he's doing alright (in his tuffnut way)

tuffnut is so blasé abt things while also being one of the most hyper ppl eret has ever met & it's so intriguing to eret how someone can be a walking contradiction but make it make sense so easily

tuffnut gives eret unprompted pep talks & eret tries to respond in kind instead of fully brushing tuff off & tuff is like :D

barf & belch are as chaotic as their riders & maybe... maybe... eret will enable them on occassion (yes he will. what? it's funny).

eret rlly learns abt everyone & learns to like them for them as they like him for him :)

also they all saw him without a shirt ONE TIME (1) & haven't shut up abt it since

[tyrannuspitch]

the thing is if tumblr polls were a TRULY just and accurate portrayal of Fandom History then my dearest darlingest loki odinson would be winning a solid 5% of them, but instead he dies badly every single time, and where are the self-righteous fandom historians then. nowhere. so stop pretending this is about integrity and have some FUN with your self-pity and underdog complex. learn to revel in it. grip ur characters by the shoulders stare into their wet pathetic eyes and scream YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE! IT'S IN YOUR NATURE! and maybe then you'll calm down

[jewsinfandoms]

Fast and Feast

What is “Jews In Fandoms”? The past several months have not been welcoming for Jews, but we’re still here! Jews have long been part of fandom and this prompt list will celebrate our love and passion for our favorite things. Whether it’s fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, meta analysis, fan recipes - you name it, we’ll take it. The main requirement is that all entries must involve Judaism in a positive way. 

How does it work? Every second Sunday we will announce a new prompt. You will have time until the next prompt to write, draw, cosplay, sing or contribute in any other way, as long as it is related to the prompt.

Post it on your Tumblr account, and don't forget to tag us @jewsinfandoms, so we will reblog it before announcing the next prompt in a showcase post.

Please remember to tag your creation with all the appropriate content warnings and triggers. These are trying times, and we want to keep everybody safe and informed.

Who can post to the AO3 collection? Everybody! You may add your entry for the JIF prompts, or older works that are Judaism related. The collection is moderated, so it might take us a while to approve your work. Here is the LINK.

The Theme this week is Fast and Feast, in memory of Seventeenth of Tammuz - a fast day commemorating the breach of the walls of Jerusalem before the destruction of the Second Temple.

What is Jabba the Hutt doing on such a day? Will Vianne Rocher close her chocolaterie? How are the residedance of the Viking village Berk dealing with the dragon attacks?

We accept all fandoms. So long as your fanwork meets our other requirements, follow your hearts’ desire!

NOTE: This space is Zionist-friendly. Israel is a huge part of Judaism and home to half of the world’s Jewish population. Your work doesn’t have to involve politics, but please be respectful of this integral connection.

No fandom-bashing and/or ship-bashing. Again, be respectful.

You do not have to be Jewish to participate, but you must be an ally to Jewish people.

Here is the masterlist of the last prompt, Endless Summer.

[cancerian-woman]

KlonnieWeek: Domestic Intimacy

“Ayana, how am I supposed to practice my healing if I have nothing to heal?” Bonnie complained as she used her magic to make a plant rise from the soil from a distance. After the death of her Grams’, her mother Abby wasn’t bothered with raising her. Instead of being married off and shipped away. The young witch snuck away to her aunt. “I’ve been kept inside for days!”

“Patience that’s how,” Ayana corrected, hugging the younger woman. “I know you’re frustrated but your moment is coming. I just needed time to explain to the others in the village about your arrival. We do not need anyone to question anything.”

Bonnie sighed and nodded as she hugged the woman back. “So can I help in the village? I was infatuated with my healing lessons. I plan to upkeep them.”

“Indeed,” Ayana agreed proudly. “I’m going to see the other women in the healing cottages and find a space for you today,” Ayana reassured, she cradled the young woman’s face. “Understand child, I’m doing what is right to protect you. The Vikings will be returning by sundown and aren’t all kind as the others in the village.”

“No one is going to hurt me,” Bonnie defended, calmly reassuring the elder witch. “I can handle myself, I swear.”

Ayana placed a kiss on the young woman’s forehead. “Okay, I believe you let me go speak with the other women and I’ll be right. Watch the girls.” She cannot help but be overprotective of her niece! Her sister Abigail is a lousy woman.

This got longer than expected so read the rest here. I couldn’t figure out how to post this with tumblr’s spacing.

@klonnieshippersclub