Tumgik
#HTTYD Fan Fic
thewolfwarriors · 26 days
Text
Chapter 2 is coming up!
Have a fishlegs until then
I really love this face
Tumblr media
22 notes · View notes
coojie1996 · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
I'm such a big fan of @spacenintendogs Dragons off the coast Au that I made my oc Torrin a modern design for once
41 notes · View notes
triptuckers · 7 months
Text
lost and found - ezra bridger
Request: nope Pairing:  ezra bridger x jedi!reader Summary:  along with the remainder of the ghost crew and ahsoka, you're trying to find ezra Warnings:  HEAVY SPOILERS FOR AHSOKA S1!!! im warning u dont read this if u havent seen all of it yet Word count:  1.1K A/N: I survived the war (im posting fics again) but at what cost (brainrot has taken over)
your music is blaring through the speakers of your ship as you're working. though your ship isn't in need of any repairs, you're always finding new modifications and additions to upgrade it. at this rate, it's unrecognisable as the ship you once got from a sketchy dealer on an outer rim planet.
working on your ship is also a way to distract yourself. when you're focused on working with your hands, your mind doesn't wander off.
it doesn't wander off to hera and jacen aboard the ghost. it doesn't wander off to sabine and ahsoka on her T-6 shuttle. but mostly, it doesn't wander off to ezra. you try not to think about the fact hera is on an unauthorised mission, that you haven't heard from sabine and ahsoka in a while which is unlike them, and that you feel like you're not even a little bit closer to finding ezra.
even though you haven't seen him for years, you refuse to believe he's gone. you tell yourself you would simply know if he didn't make it. before you lost him, the two of you shared a strong bond in the force. you figured if something had happened to him, you would have felt it.
but after all of these years, it's hard to hold on to hope. you really want to. but at some point logic has to take over.
though recently, hope has sparked in you yet again. with the map ahsoka found, the chances of finding ezra have increased. you are optimistic again.
but the search hasn't been without danger. even now, you're worried.
which is why you're working on your ship. otherwise you'd just pace around or stare off into the distance with your mind running around in circles getting lost in the "what ifs".
a faint beeping sounds pulls you out of your thoughts. you get up from your position underneath one of the main consoles and get your comm.
'general syndulla for commander y/l/n.' comes hera's voice.
'go for commander y/l/n.' you say.
'hey y/n, where are you right now?'
'just working on my ship in the main hangar back on base.'
'new modifications again?'
'yeah, yeah, I know. "a good ship doesn't need modifications." well, I like them. the ghost could use some upgrades as well, you know.'
'no thank you, my ship is perfectly fine.'
you chuckle as you wipe your hands on your pants.
'have you heard from sabine and ahsoka yet?' you say. 'and when are you coming home from this unauthorised mission?'
'sabine and ahsoka are alright, we're actually on our way now. and we have some news regarding ezra.' says hera.
'you have news on ezra?' you say, unable to hide the relief in your voice. 'do you know how to find him? or where he is? is he okay?'
'we'll talk about it in person. we should be arriving soon.' says hera.
'I'll wait for you.'
'see you soon.'
hera disconnects her comm, leaving you alone with the music again. your mind is racing. they have news on ezra. you knew it, he's still out there somewhere. you're sure of it.
you quickly put the panel of the main console back and tidy up your tools. just as you pause your music and exit your ship, you see the ghost and ahsoka's T-6 shuttle getting closer to the hangar.
you anxiously await them, watching as they carefully land. the shuttle door opens and sabine and ahsoka come out of it.
sabine smiles as you half walk, half run up to them and pull them both into a hug.
'I'm so glad you guys are safe.' you say. 'it scared the shit out of me when I couldn't contact you.'
'we're alright.' says ahsoka, patting you on the back.
you pull back to look at them. they both look tired, but other than that they seem fine. sabine has a twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face.
'what is it?' you say. 'do you know something about ezra?'
'yeah.' says sabine. 'but hera should tell you.'
she points to the ghost, where hera has just exited the ship. jacen follows her, but is looking over his shoulder and talking to someone. at first, you assume it's merely chopper.
but as they walk further down, you see it's not chopper at all. it's a young man. he's wearing colourful robes and has a beard and curly hair.
it doesn't matter he's older than he is in your memories. it doesn't matter he still has the same eyes and the same scar on his cheek. it doesn't matter something in the force tugs on you so strongly, as if it has found its home.
none of it matters, because you would know him anywhere, in any universe, no matter who you are.
ezra. your ezra. talking with jacen as if nothing had ever happened. he's here, he's alive.
a sob escapes your mouth as you take off.
'ezra!' you yell.
you don't even bother to hide the tears as they stream down your cheeks. after all this time, he's finally here.
for a brief second you see his smile before you crash into him. you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck, holding him impossibly close. you're never going to let him go.
words fail you as you just cry into his shoulder.
you feel ezra's arms around your back and get lost in the feeling. it's all so painfully familiar, as if no time had passed at all. yet you know everything has happened since the last time you saw him.
you slightly pull away to look at him.
ezra is smiling at you just like he did all those years ago. though he's older, he's still the same. still the same kid you met on the streets of lothal.
you reach out and brush a finger over the scar on his cheek.
'you're here.' you say breathlessly.
'I am.' he says.
you'd heard his voice in your dreams and memories and the recording sabine still has. but this is different. it means everything and more to you.
'you're as beautiful as the day I lost you.' you whisper.
'I dreamed of this day.' says ezra. 'thought about all the things I would say to you. it all seemed so simple. but now? I have no idea. nothing seems like the right thing to say.'
'but it is simple.' you say. 'I love you.'
ezra smiles even brighter. 'I love you too.' he says. 'I always knew I would see you again. we have a lot of catching up to do.'
you smile as ezra leans in and kisses your forehead. you'd finally found each other again.
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit
134 notes · View notes
dianagj-art · 1 year
Text
I'm currently obsesed with all those rottmnt separated AUs and there's two diferent story ideas currently plaguing my head right now and I don't even know if i want to write them out or just do little comics of different scenarios.
I can just leave them be and let them live rent free on my head but I'm also vibrating with exitement and I want more people to scream with me about this
296 notes · View notes
minijenn · 4 months
Text
Not me, fresh in the HTTYD fandom, boutta make so many enemies when I reach The Hidden World in my Dreamworks watch;
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
Text
if audrie greywind predicts another thing im going to start saying dagcup is canon real more often. maybe its fucking manifestation but there was a singular tomalex-y moment and it made me ill because of it
Also find it intriguing how the two most commonly seen black characters, one being 14, have both been shown shirtless in shorts/swim trunks/whatever but GOD FORBID the white passing 21 year old guy people ACTUALLY care for due to not being money grabbing representation EVER take his shirt off
11 notes · View notes
waywardsou2 · 4 months
Text
All my Ao3 Fics so far
Fandom: Marvel
Fandom: Supernatural
Fandom: My hero academia
Fandom: How to Train your Dragon
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54138418/chapters/137076238
6 notes · View notes
westwindy1 · 5 days
Text
the thing is, content creators can keep all their things to themselves- the point of posting for many (tho not all) people is to find other people with like minds so please comment under your favorite author/artist's work unless you want to loose them
2 notes · View notes
toothbrushfingers · 1 year
Text
Lureabies: Chapter One
Not really sure if this counts as fluff or whump but you
get the jist
Note: I don’t have an account on ao3 (might make one in the future idk) so i have to post the whole thing her
Takes place shortly after httyd 2
Characters: Snotlout Jorgenson, Åse Haddock (oc)
Summary: Snotlout and Åse are chased by dragon trappers into an unfamiliar part of the woods, when suddenly they find they can no longer keep themselves awake. / Mild Spoiler v
Lureaby dragons (original species) lure them in and poison them
Sorry any mistakes, enjoy :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They’re surrounded. This was just supposed to be a scouting mission, but they were spotted by trappers. There were maybe 40.. 50 of them, and it was only Åse and Snotlout. The others sat on the other, far side of the island waiting for them to return, and it wasn’t a very small island by any means.
A few moons past, Hiccup had heard word of a large band of dragon trappers left over from Draco’s fleet, camping out on this island; trapping dragons and selling them to various buyers for various reasons at various prices. He’d sent Snotlout and Åse to scout them out to be sure the rumors were true. If they were, they’d deal with them. And as Åse and Snotlout soon found, they were indeed true.
The hunters made chase, but never once fired one of their many cross bows at the two vikings. Only holding them at the ready. But seeing as they were severely outnumbered, the two ran for it. Goldwing and Hookfang had been hovering above the trees a few yards behind them, out of sight prior. The Berkians had originally planned on hopping on their dragons and taking off, but that was now out of the question. The dragons couldn’t get to them through the thick forest canopy and anytime they tried to even get close, the trappers would fire what seemed to be dragon root arrows. Lovely. And if either dragon fired? More arrows. They had to stay out of arrow range, but that also meant out of blasting range.
They were surrounded at every side but front, so run they did. It was almost as if the trappers were herding them somewhere, but they didn’t have time to worry about that now.
Soon they came to a bramble, and assuming the trappers wouldn’t follow them in, they dove in head first, crawling towards safety. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Snotlout would know, he’s fallen into plenty of unforgiving bushes. And they were right, those trappers turned on their heels in defeat and retreated. After a few seconds of dragging themselves along the dirt, they found themselves in a bit of an odd clearing. Large trees stood around them, blocking them in at all sides, only allowing small bits of golden sun reaching in the kiss their leaves. They’d definitely never been here before.
“Can you uh.. see.. a way out?” Åse spoke, winded. She realized they hadn’t spoken that entire time, only using some hand signals to communicate. “Uhhhh,” Snotlout looked around as he hunched over, hands on his knees, lungs begging for more air than they could take in, “yeah- Yeah! Over there..!” He pointed with an exhausted enthusiasm to a small clearing between trees. It was reminiscent of a path, thought the ground not worn.
The two trudge forward at the same pace, calling for their dragons. But neither came. They couldn’t help but worry for them and hope they’d just gone for help. Surely the trappers couldn’t have gotten them.. Right..?
They followed that path for what seemed like years, making note of the glowing sun fading in and out between sweet smelling branches.
The two walked in silence now, hand in hand, equally exhausted, when Åse suddenly stopped, seemingly frozen in place. Snotlout turned see her, confused. “Are you ok?” “Shh shh! Do you hear that?” she held a finger in the air and looked around silently. “Alright, I think you’re a little more tired than you thought cause-“ She cut him off by waving her hands around him and quickly pressing a stiff finger to her lips. Snotlout, concerned and confused, looked around. It had been maybe 10 seconds when he started to try and speak again, quickly cutting himself off as he heard a soft humming sound.
He turned to her, eyes wide and brows knit tightly together. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn’t quite find any sound in his throat. All he could do was follow the noise, intrigued.
“Wha- Lout! Where are.. you.. going..?” Åse found herself becoming just as curious as he was, taking his hand once more and following his lead further on into the trees. The humming continued, growing louder with each step they took.
After a bit of walking, they found themselves in a small field of grass and flowers, surrounded by more trees and every side. The trees were dark and shrouded; usually either of them would be frightened, but oddly enough they each felt strangely calm.
Åse spun on her heels, glancing around. “Whoa,” Snotlout began, “Ah! What the-“ “Hm?” Åse turned to see Snotlout waving lethargic hands around his head. “Bugs?” She asked, having no energy to say much more. “No.. something… something sprayed.. me..” Snotlout’s movements became more and more sloppy as he clumsily made his way to Åse., booted feet not wanting to cooperate.
Noticing, she met him half way, catching him as he fell forward. He mumbled nonsense to himself, eyes dancing around his head like a baby seeing color for the first time. “Lout? Hey! Hey look at me,” She snapped fingers in his face, watching him hardly react, becoming increasingly more worried, “Lout what’s going on? Talk to m-“ Åse was cut off by a strong mist hitting her in the face from seemingly nowhere.
After a moment, Åse was beginning to understand what was happening to Snotlout. She suddenly felt 1000 times more exhausted than she had before, eyes begging to shut. All the colors around her became more vibrant, spinning round and round with her head. She should’ve been scared, but she could only feel joy. Pure euphoria. Her brain was full of thick, unforgiving fog. It blocked out most coherent thoughts until she could no longer hold herself up. She settled in near Snotlout, who at some point had lost his helmet ‘When did that happen?’. Heads together, feet pointing in opposite directions.
Snotlout looked up to her, grinning a giddy-ish grin, before raising an arm lazily to play with her auburn hair. He giggled in a sense, before lazily mumbling loving nonsense. His words were unclear, but Åse knew what he meant. She grinned, raised an arm to cup his face. After a moment, his eyes slid closed, and his arm dropped. Before Åse could even try to be alarmed, her body gave in and she succumbed to the comforting darkness that had been begging her to be let in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tumblr media
Hope you enjoyed chapter one, hopefully chapter two’ll be up tomorrow but no promises 😉
13 notes · View notes
othercat2 · 2 years
Text
A Thing of Vikings/Uplift Saga
@athingofvikings Fic, "A Thing of Vikings" is an awesome historical fantasy novel in the How to Train Your Dragon fandom, with some great worldbuilding. It also for various plotty reasons reminded me of David Brin's Uplift Saga.
The Uplift Saga's premise is that humans "uplifted" the intelligence of chimps and dolphins/cetaceans, which in turn pissed off the entire galaxy for the following reasons. (IIRC) 1. Galactic civilization practiced the uplifting of semi-sentient species to full sophonts as a semireligious client-patron system. 2. Humans did not appear to and absolutely denied having a patron.
This results in some kind of weird Catch 22 because Humans shouldn't be creating clients if they don't have the permission of their patron but they don't have a patron, and can't really be a part of galactic civ if they don't. (This could have been easily solved by lying about the lack of patron. "Our patrons were Endlings and they died out, they gave us all these blanket permissions. Oh, please help us find their traces because we want to know more about them." *appropriately filial woebegone looks* for instance.)
So I was randomly thinking of how utterly pissed the Galactic Civilization would be about the spontaneous assisted Uplift inherent in the evolving Berk/Dragon alliance. Especially since the dragons in A Thing of Vikings are a lot closer to sophonts (complex thought, tool use, complex language) than dolphins and chimps. There is so much mutualism happening in this in Viking Tribe tonight.
Galactic Civ: *outraged.* Who is your Patron!!!???
Dragon Earth Rep: *looks at human friend* (Time to stir shit?)
Human Earth Rep: *looks at dragon friend* (Consider shit stirred.)
Both: *silently point at each other.*
28 notes · View notes
thewolfwarriors · 1 month
Text
Hiccup feels obligated to help the Wolf Warriors restore their home but it does come with severe risks as all adventures do.
This is the first of other refs I will make. The story I have is going on right now here
Others:
Fishlegs
The new MLP Infection AUs have inspired me to work on my old fanfiction a lot. Its been so fulfilling and amazing. Obviously the format was also directly inspired from it too.
16 notes · View notes
Text
October Drabble Challenge
Day 24- Preposterous
"'Erm, chief?'
Oh no. That tone never meant anything good."
8 notes · View notes
azzybarjabi · 2 years
Text
Some of my friends still think its wired that I write fanfics about my favourite shows and ships especially at my age. Like it makes me happy and helps my mental health. So what's the harm In it.
8 notes · View notes
minijenn · 3 months
Text
I swear to god I am always so late to the party with shit I get obsessed with. I was late to the party with Legend of Zelda(I mean obvs, the first game came out before I was even Alive), I was late to the party with Kingdom Hearts, I was late to the party on pretty much every animated show in existence except for Owl House, and now I’m late to the party with How to Train Your dragon, entering the goddamn fandom like four years after the release of the last movie like an idiot. Why do I keep putting myself through this?
6 notes · View notes
frodo-cinnamonroll · 5 months
Text
So I decided to rewatch How to Train Your Dragon last week with some friends and I was moved more than I ever had been by it. I've always been an HTTYD fan, but now it's truly HARDCORE. That said, I may make a side blog for HTTYD because I love it and I've been considering writing fanfics for it for a while now. I'll let y'all know if I do.
P.S. (If I do, I will be writing fics on a LotR x HTTYD crossover because that would be AWESOME!)
Update: my side blog is here! See @withlovecomesloss
97 notes · View notes
wishfulthinking-jla · 8 months
Text
this axe I drew for a HTTYD fan fic
Tumblr media
Sample from Chapter 22
"Hey, Gobber!" I said as loudly as I could over Grump's snoring.
"Quiet, ya lazy beastie!" Gobber nudged the dragon to quiet him. Grump groaned but quieted.
"I've come for the axe. Is it ready?"
"Of course." Gobber picked up a sturdy looking axe with a leather cover hiding the blade. "One ornate axe ready for Snoggletog, as promised."
I undid the buckle of the cover and examined the beautiful steel blade. It was ornate and not as strong as Gronckle iron since it was meant to be a fireplace hanging but would still make a beautiful battle axe with a deadly cut if needed. The engraving was a copy of my own art; a Monsterous Nightmare head and a love knot. I'd spent a lot of time creating the design and Gobber had spent even more time carving it into the blade in the last two weeks. I didn't think Gobber had spent a single free moment not working on this axe.
"Engraving that beauty was a labor of love, lass. Hope it's for someone real important to ya."
"It is." I rebuckled the cover and set the second half of Gobber's pay on his work bench. He definitely deserved more and I decided I'd have to give him a little extra when I had extra on me to give.
Gobber smiled. "Good on ya, lassie. Happy Snoggltog."
"Happy Snoggltog, Gobber." I waved as I left the shop.
75 notes · View notes