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shebunie · 5 months

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Could you do one where reader is a samurai kid of a ruff back story facial scars or back and ringo and mizu see them fighting also huge and buff as shit 🙄🙄

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙞! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿. 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀

A woman, training to be a samurai? How laughable. You were of no use, no value even when offered to a brothel. Not when your skin is imperfect, flawed, or undesirable. You were a disgrace. And so you went anew. Walked a path that shaped the person of who you are now.

You trained, with makeshift materials that mother earth provided. You had to make do with what you had. You trained again, with more precision and confidence in your steps. From the early cracks of dawn till the bed of night, you gave every drop of sweat, blood, and tears.

But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you discovered a resilience within yourself that you never knew existed. The makeshift training ground, surrounded by the echoes of your own doubts, became a sanctuary of self-discovery.

With each swing of the makeshift sword, you embraced imperfection as a testament to your strength. The scars on your skin became a map of your journey, a visual story of battles fought and resilience earned. You realized that perfection was an illusion, and true strength lay in embracing your flaws.

However, at some point in time, you’d give up, out of frustration, and anger. Why couldn’t the gods have given you another life, maybe spare you mercy and take you right now?

I’m tired. Mind plagued with bitterness, sorrow, and demise. And scared.

“How long has it been like that?” Mizu questioned as she leaned by the entrance of the abandoned hut, eyes grazing over the scars littered on your body. Watching Ringo mend another fresh wound you obtained from a fight. From their fight.

She watched you wince and hiss, how your broad shoulders would rise and fall from behind. “Long enough.” You knew what the woman was implying. Calloused fingers of your hand trace along the scar on your arm. A constant reminder of the past.

Heart-shaped lips pursed together, hard in thought. Mizu called out to Ringo to leave you two alone when he finished patching up the wound.

Hushed creeks of the wooden floor and the soft thud of the sandals enveloped the silent room as the dark-haired woman came close. Standing behind you, feeling her gaze at the back of your head. She voiced

“Why risk so much of your life for us, you very well know you can’t save everyone.”

With closed eyes, you steadied your breathing as the mind flowed. You’ve always been living in this way, with the weight of the world heavy on your shoulders. It is what you are been used to — trudging on in life, putting the needs of everyone else before your own. Not a single complaint, not a single time had you griped about the unfairness of it all. Such is life, anyway, is what you always tell yourself— your mantra which often draws you comfort from. But when it all starts to get too much to bear; the burden weighing down to the bones, you finally decide to allow yourself a tiny space to breathe, just for a moment.

Your palpitations start to cease. A few seconds pass, and then a full minute, before you feel a weight settle beside you; you know, without a doubt, a slight turn of your head, you look over at the sword wielder. “I just, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

The night was heavy with the scent of impending danger, but in that moment, you found solace in the shared silence. The soft rustling of leaves and distant echoes of distant creatures became the backdrop to your quiet conversation. The sword wielder's eyes reflected the glint of moonlight as they met yours, and a hint of vulnerability lingered in their gaze.

You turn to face the dark-haired woman, and for the first time, vulnerability flickers in your eyes. The dim light casts shadows on the lines etched on your face, a testament to the battles fought and sacrifices made. You offer a weary smile, the kind that holds a lifetime of stories.

"I appreciate your concern if it was one." you scoffed your voice a gentle murmur that barely broke the silence. "But sometimes, we must risk everything for the chance to make a difference. It's not about saving everyone; it's about making the choice to stand against the darkness, even when the odds are stacked against us."

The room seems to hold its breath as you continue, your gaze fixed on some distant point, perhaps lost in memories or contemplating the uncertain future. "I've seen too much pain and loss. It's true, I can't save everyone, but if I can make a difference for even one person, it's worth it. We all have our battles to fight, and this is mine."

The dark-haired woman listens, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and worry. She understands the weight of responsibility, having seen the determination etched on your face during countless trials. Her fingers find solace in the hilt of the sword at her side, a silent acknowledgement of the shared burden.

"I get it, I do," she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what if your choices lead to your own undoing? What if the darkness consumes you, and there's no one left to carry on the fight."

Your eyes, tired and world-weary, met hers. The vulnerability in your gaze deepened, revealing the cracks in the armour you've worn for so long. "That's the risk we take," you replied, your voice now laced with raw honesty. "Sometimes, the line between saving others and losing ourselves blurs. But if we let the fear of that darkness paralyze us, then what hope is left?"

The fireflies danced in the distance, their fleeting glow a stark contrast to the gravity of the conversation. The sword wielder clenched her jaw, torn between understanding your noble cause and the gnawing fear that she might lose the one person who had become her anchor.

"I've lost too many people I cared about," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I can't bear the thought of losing you too."

For a moment, silence reigned supreme, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the night. You reached out, your hand finding hers in the darkness, a silent promise etched in that touch.

"We can't control every outcome," you said softly, your thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of her hand. "But we can choose how we face the inevitable. And as long as I can make a difference, I'll keep fighting. For you, for everyone."

The unsaid words lingered in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth that this journey, this fight against the encroaching darkness, might cost more than either of you were willing to admit. In that shared moment of vulnerability, the weight of the world pressed down, and the looming shadows seemed to grow darker.

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 9 months

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Yuu's really gonna end azul's pride, no mercy in octaviellle

Yuu being fat no one talking shit, they living life with a smile, they happy about their body damn must be ruff for azul

Esp if he sees everyone rn crushing on him he's so cute

#not writing #not requests

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whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk · 6 months

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It's WIP Wednesday and after two weeks off I'm back with a little bit of Semper Eadem, for all your Elizabethan!Cassian needs. Writing is going incredibly slowly atm because getting three B&BT chapters out in three weeks last month really has me feeling a little burnt out. Cassian in a ruff with a pearl earring and velvet Tudor bonnet though.... well that might just fix everything 😍

Merciful God, have pity on her soul. His doublet was the deep red of Burgundian wine, shot through with silver buttons in the centre of his broad chest, and for one foolish and ill-advised moment Nesta let her eyes wander, following that path of silver to where his doublet met his breeches. God have mercy, indeed. Seated atop his horse, the privateer beside her cleared his throat and Nesta hauled her gaze back up— up to a level far more befitting a lady of the queen’s household. She took in, instead, the slashed sleeves of his doublet that split to reveal a crisp white shirt sitting beneath, and the dark cloak draped effortlessly over his shoulders. A delicate ruff rose from his collar and just barely grazed the edge of his jaw, and oh, lord— this man was beautiful. A velvet bonnet was balanced at a damn near rakish angle atop his curls, and as he brought his stallion into a trot beside her, the feather adorning it shivered in the breeze. Beneath his unflinching gaze, Nesta felt herself shiver too. “Feeling cold, my lady?” Damn him. She cleared her throat, and refused to take note of the way several of those curls escaped his bonnet and lay tangled above his ruff, right against the bare skin of his neck. “Master Cassian,” she said flatly, looking decidedly straight ahead, to where the Queen and Leicester spoke in whispers. “Can I help you?” He grinned. “Back to Master, are we?” “Would you have me call you something else?” “Oh sweetheart,” he said, dropping his voice so low it was almost sinful, “I’d have you call me several things.”

#wip wednesday #semper eadem

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airbendertendou · 11 months

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your instagram dating yasushi ♡

so many requests for him!! promise ill write an actual thing for him but for now, some crumbs. reader wears a dress but that’s the only warning <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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name : poutiest boy ):<

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yasushi : come kiss it away then ):<

fujio : EW YUCK

nakagoshi : i need to leave.

mercy : So this is what OyaKou gets up to…..

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tsukasa : how he looks when name stops by. sickening.

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name : i wanted to say something silly but ):

name : my favorite boy ♡

fujio : name that’s sweet but say smthn abt yasushi too!

| yasushi : who did u think that was abt,,,,,

| fujio : me. obvs.

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name : “you want to cuddle. yes you do. you will ask me to join you in bed.”

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fujio : did it work o:

tsukasa : not hypnosis…..

shibaman : This is so embarrassing.

yasushi : DELTE. THIS IS FALES. UNRUTE.

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name : currently living in this dress ♡

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todoroki : Nice look.

fujio : heyyyyy name how’ve you been? <3

yuken : hm todo was right. you look nice ♡

yasushi : HEY. ALL OF U. BACK OFF.

yasushi : I WILL START BARKING.

yasushi : ARRRRRGH RUFF GRRR RAH RRRRRR ARF

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kyoshi : hate being with them.

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fujio : mood

tsuji : Agreed.

sabakan : don’t even go there but…… yeah

name : YOU CAN LEAVE PEST

| kiyoshi : PEST?!1!?:&/@/$.):3

| kiyoshi : crying. sobbing.

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hermesserpent-stuff · 28 days

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@lirabuswavi

I got bit. Ill post this to ao3 when i can think of good oneshot tags.

but here we are for the mystic misunderstanding au

Hiccup groans into his hands as he and the twins are locked up in yet another dragon hunter ship hold. The twins had been trying to pull off some crazy new stunt. Which would have been fine if it had not been in the midst of a long distance flight with no warning. They had crashed into Toothless rather harshly and sent Hiccup plunging down into the waters below. Hiccup had tried to get to his best friend midair, but the winds were against them and they had hit the water and then nets had been cast over him before he could even think to start swimming towards his dragon.

The twins had also fallen into the waves and gotten captured before they could fly away. Hopefully, the other dragon riders would be along soon. He and the twins had been scouting ahead and were expected back soon.

He sits on the ground and just tries to mentally think his way out of this latest capture.

“Dont worry Hiccup!! We got this!”

Tuffnut grins brightly and Hiccup sighs. He knows better than to try and fight them on that. He looks to the ceiling and breathes deeply.

“What sort of name is that? What does that even mean? Arent you guys vikings? Not particularly fierce.”

The hunter guarding their cage says and Hiccup feels a shameful flush filling his cheeks. While he has grown used to his name, and even found moments of pride from it, it still is embarrassing to know at his core what it means. Anddd then Ruff starts talking.

“Oh yeah, Hiccup means runt! Its enough to scare off the goblins for this long!”

“H here was born all gangly and tiny.”

Tuff adds with a chirpy grin and Hiccup wants to die.

“Thank you Ruffnut and Tuffnut, for the amazing commentary.”

The last thing he needs is Ryker and Viggo calling him a runt while he is trying to take them down.

“You're welcome!”

They chirp together and he recovers his face, groaning louder.

“What?”

But there seems to be a hint of fear in the hunter’s voice. Hiccup looks up. The man looks worried.

“You were born early?”

The man asks, voice shaking ever so slightly.

Hiccup sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But that doesn't mean I any less of a threat!”

Hiccup straightens and rises from the floor. He puffs out his chest and tries to look intimidating. The twins snicker but the hunter steps back.

“I would never…”

The hunter’s eyes widen, shakily moving his hands in abortive motions.

“I-I need to grab- Captain... Yes the captain.”

The man mumbles to himself and darts away.

“What was that about?”

Hiccup asks looking at the twins. They shrug and then start banging on the cell door to try and get it open. It does not work but Hiccup supposes he can appreciate the attempts.

The hunter returns and then unlocks the cages.

“Please accept our apology for the inconvenience. Please please dont hex us. Here. Take this.”

A sack of… something is pressed into Hiccup's hands and the guard leads them all up the stairs and to their dragons that are sitting on the deck, not in cages or chained. Hiccup immediately goes to Toothless, crooning to his best friend and checking for injuries. Toothless churrs back and licks his hair before getting Hiccup to mount. The hunter from before touches his arm to stop Hiccup from launching into the sky and speedily draws it back as if burned when Hiccup looks at him.

“Please say that you are not anergy with us…”

The plea sounds so genuinely scared and…

Hiccup’s father is feared.

Stoick the Vast, able to pummel the world and make enemies flinch and think twice with just his name.

But Hiccup.

He does not want to be feared. Not really. Fear had led Vikings and dragons to war much longer than either side really should have back on Berk.

Fear almost had him kill Toothless when they met.

But mercy earned him his best and first friend.

So he reaches out and touches the hunter.

“No harm was done to me or my friends. All you really did was save us from the water and hold us for a little bit. I see no reason to be mad. If you were not dragon hunters and killers, I would almost call your actions friendly.”

He ends with a chuckle and a pat.

“What is your name?”

He figures he should ask, given all the strangeness abounding.

“Henrik.”

The man whispers.

“Well met Henrik. Come on Toothless lets find the others before Snotlout annoys Astrid too much.”

And they launch into the air, with the twins not too far behind.

What had that been all about?

#mystic misunderstanding au #hermes speaks #httyd au #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #tuffnut thorston #ruffnut thorston

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jessicalprice · 1 year

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i am emily kaldwin, the most considerate sociopath

(reposted from Twitter)

Okay, so can we take a moment to acknowledge that MAYBE the reason the world of Dishonored 2 is so fucked up is because they spend all day looking at the incredibly fucked up art on their walls?

Like, here in the parlor we have this quaint sepia-toned memento of the time that Grandpa and all his friends got eaten by a giant squid:

And what art do we keep in the bedroom, you ask? Perhaps a nice soothing floral? Nah, it's the time we encountered a naked yeti or some shit in the forest:

And in this cozy sitting room we have art about getting lost in a hell dimension.

And here in this fine palace we have

I dunno

the mothman I guess:

(These details are a big reason I love this game.)

If you don't want to read the news while you're in the W.C., you can gaze on this...

this

I dunno, maybe this is Dishonored 2 firemen? maybe this is their equivalent of a swimsuit calendar? who knows

Pretty sure I magicked up onto this very ledge like 2 minutes ago--this is their equivalent of those overly flowery hometown pride pics of your local downtown:

Why have an oil painting of some renaissance dude in a ruff when you can have one of an out-of-work mime staring adoringly at a mosquito:

YAY OUR FAIR NOT AT ALL DYSTOPIAN CITY like I think this was from the tourist bureau:

I mean, sure:

You know, having a very normal breakfast next to The Hole:

some people have pictures of tropical birds or wild horses or their pets

some people have nightmarefish

here in dishonoredland we only have nightmarefish

takes all kinds to make a world

but I mean all the mirrors look into the abyss instead of showing your reflection so

our fair city pt 2

another thing they like to do with their art is hang paintings of the EXACT ROOM YOU'RE IN, except with no people in it

ok I actually legit want this one

that time when the Flying Dutchman docked here

we do love our undead captains of industry

we are certainly, absolutely, very normal sailors, and not at all The Damned, cursed to rove these wretched seas until we find new souls to take our places

Okay but real talk time:

The name of the game in this, er, game named Dishonored 2 is BODY MANAGEMENT, folks.

After you take someone out, you gotta hide the body or guards come and also you stress out your citizenry and you're the empress (on the lam) so that's irresponsible of you. Their wellbeing is your responsibility.

And you pretty much have to at least choke everyone out so they don't see you and attack you and also for peace and quiet because if the citizens see you carrying the guards' bodies they start screaming.

The citizens are WAY HAPPIER if they're unconscious.

So you gotta choke them out but like there's all this shit that wants to eat them: bloodflies, rats, probably other people, idk.

So you have to put them somewhere safe once they're unconscious, which usually means up high--

oh btw this game was made by cats, the floor is lava, never walk on the floor when you can climb on shit, you'll die

--so anyway, you've got all these people you've knocked out and you have to put them somewhere safe and it's tidier if you put them all in the same place, also you don't want other people seeing them because seeing bodies stresses your subjects out.

So step one is you gotta find a place to put the unconscious bodies up high and out of sight.

So I found this weird 2nd floor dentist's office with no stairs or anything so the only way you can get up there is by magic, so when they wake up they'll feel safe:

I am such a good empress

they love me

There are even these bloodfly zombie people called Nest Keepers who are basically walking plague machines but I knocked that guy out too instead of killing him because I am merciful. But the bloodflies killed all these people in that house so there were a ton of bodies that I had to put somewhere.

I mean, no one was going to see them because the house was condemned, but it wasn't tidy.

So I needed to get them out of the house but running all the way down the stairs to carry them one-by-one was a lot of work so I just threw them out the window

and then I heard screaming

so I guess some people saw them

probably should have choked those people out first, don't want them stressed.

But anyway I tidied up that house (body-wise, anyway--I feel the need to smash everything that's smashable when I leave a place so if I come back I remember that I looted it--but you have to be careful bc sometimes if you smash things near an unconscious person it kills them and you’re their empress and responsible for them so you don’t want that).

So then I went outside and decided to get down to business, putting away the bodies.

But then I found the Nest Keeper and he was dead, so I guess when the normal non-zombie people saw him they freaked out and killed him?

Anyway, so I was luring guards over and choking them out and putting them in the dentist's office so they'd be safe and then I saw this and was like OH SHIT WHAT HAPPENED HERE:

And then I realized those were the dead bodies I'd chucked out of the bloodfly house and maaaaaybe the guard got hit with a dead body and died.

I feel kind of bad.

But anyway, moving on, step 2 is you gotta find a place to put the DEAD bodies because you don't want your citizens seeing them and getting upset, and also it's not very tidy to leave them lying around your city, that's how you get ants.

So I found a very convenient tidy dumpster for the dead bodies:

I felt sorta sad when I put the nest keeper in there.

sorry, my dude, people can be jerks

I should have put him in the dentist's office first

or shit maybe it was throwing him out of the window that did him in, but once they're unconscious they're usually pretty bouncy. Like babies.

And I really thought the guard was dead from being hit with dead bodies but as it turned out they'd somehow just knocked him out and I didn't even have to chloroform him or choke him out.

To the dentist's office!

I was carrying this other guard and a guard came at me so I sorta had to chuck the unconscious dude at him which somehow killed them both and I was sad.

The physics here are a little odd.

Okay and the guards had hanged a bunch of people which, fine, I guess, but the game WILL NOT let you cut the bodies down and it's bothering me because they really need to be taken to Body Stash #2.

This is very untidy.

So anyway, when you smash most things they disappear, so I spent a while cleaning up the city getting rid of all these unwashed dishes and putting all these bodies away.

It's much tidier now, and quiet with everyone unconscious.

No one wants to play video games with me

which is fine, I guess

not after Skyrim and my collecting all the brooms and buckets and putting them in the Janitor Closet House

#dishonored 2 #emily kaldwin #jessica plays video games #arkane games #in prey they had those spheres that disintegrated everything in a room #my space station was so tidy #cleaning #minimalism #art #video game art #mothman

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hogenmogen · 4 months

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Men are the strangest things

I dress like this and they just let me tie them down. Just a few swats to the balls gets them spilling their dark desires, and they're much more cruel and twisted to themselves than I would have come up with. But I listen very carefully, then pick a fantasy of theirs and give them exactly what they asked for. Always so amusing to watch them beg for mercy when I make their dreams a reality. I gag them when it becomes tiresome, though.

This one, he likes to be treated like a dog, but with a shock collar on his balls. I call him "puppy" and never let him speak or stand, and his hands and feet are in chains only a foot and a half long. I'd never treat a dog like that. Go on, Puppy, fetch us some wine.

"Ruff!"

#curvy mistress

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dragoncookies · 8 months

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ENTP misconceptions

For awhile I honestly thought I was an ENTJ (at first even INTJ but I was goin through a ruff time when I discovered MBTI we'll just put it at that). I can get REALLY ambitious, and then ruthless/strategic with how I go about things in order to see it through. I even bullet journal, and make planners for months in advance just so I can keep track of all my ambitions. Some people would consider me Type A because of how eccentric I can be and how detailed I can get with how I spend my time.

What they don't know is that my poor use of Si causes me to do things like work on projects for four hours straight and watch the hours tick by until its 1 am and, oh no! I have somewhere to be the next morning. This happens multiple times.

I also am a professional at winging it. People would be shocked at how many of the things I do are last minute choices, or put together the night before/the moment of. I mean, I cannot count the number of times I've said (tw death) "guess I'll die" every day.

Cannot forget the fact that during quarantine I would RUTHLESSLY argue about my favorite book characters to strangers online. I wrote pages and absolute essays that would probably get high marks if I fixed them up a little. I was a menace out there.

It was only after actually researching about the cognitive functions did I realize that there was absolutely no way I could have Te. Like, at all. I learned that my constant fantasizing and well of ideas for everything in the world around me was, in fact, a high Ne user trait.

I don't get fomo from missing out at a social event, I get fomo from missing an opportunity to put my creative resources to work to entertain people.

I like to think that I stray more towards the "Jack Skellington' entp type. One might think he's an entj because of how he has this goal in mind and then goes through every little detail to see it through, but what about him getting tired of all the routines in the beginning of the movie and wanting something new (Ne)? And when he finds Christmas town, what does he do? He analyzes the heck out of it, trying to figure out how it works (clear Ti use). So, even though the stereotypes might lead one to believe Jack is an entj, in actuality, he types as an entp.

Heres some IRL examples of how I might not seem ENTP.

For preface, I am an identical twin. I type as an ENTP, meanwhile my twin types as an INFJ (it is a very interesting relationship). Our highschool offered speech and debate. Guess who started taking it first? Not me, the entp. I didn't really know much about it and thought it was just a nerd thing. Then my twin took it and had a ball (I was lowkey was super jealous). Even though my twin is the "humanitarian" feeling type, they made for a terrifying opponent and had no mercy. My twin is also often thought of as way crueler than I am most of the time, where I am described more like a sunflower and they more as a thorny rose. My twin can get so passionate they turn argumentative, and if something doesn't fit the little storyland they build their world around, they argue a lot. So, my parents always said that they should be a lawyer. My twin can get so inside their heard (high Ni) that they act narcissistic and uncaring.

It irks me how one can pay so little attention to the world around them, but you'd think I'd be the cruel narcissistic one, who people say should be a lawyer. Because I am an entp.

Personally? I like writing poetry and going to cafes. I like reading and if I see that either side of argument can be argued for within reason, I won't feel like arguing. So I don't argue as much. The whole reason I didnt take speech and debate at first was just because I thought I wouldn't enjoy arguing for things where both sides could be right (I now know I overlooked the beauty in the argument itself). The Ne/Ti/Fe/Si function stack applies to me completely, just not in the stereotypical way. Its pretty helpful. When I analyze things too much (Ti), I can recognize I am probably a little stressed. I also know that there are places in my life I should have SOME routine/structure just to be a more functional person.

So, when people say "MBTI isn't real/is pointless because people get different results all the time and how can 16 personality types fit everyone its so limiting"

Its not, really. You just have to let the idea cook inside your head and explore yourself and how you think for a little.

#entp #entj #entp personality #entj personality #infj #infj personality #entp thoughts #mbti #mbti personality types #16 personalities

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tomboyjessie13 · 2 months

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Part 3 here: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — The Unexpected - Part 3 (tumblr.com)

The Unexpected - Part 4

Nile river, Egypt Later in the evening

They took off to Kom Ombo by car, leaving Kakyoin at the hospital's care, soon it was getting dark.

Joseph: *Driving while jamming out to the Beatles* ^3^

Avdol: *Reading the map*

Jotaro: *Getting annoyed at his grandpa's music taste* -_-*

Iggy: *Snoozing on Jotaro's lap* Zzzzzzzz

Medea: *Asleep in a blanket cocoon* Zzzzzzzz

Polnareff: *Sees Medea*.......... Hey guys, I know she's one of DIO's agents, but are you sure it's a good idea to bring her along while she's not feeling well?

Jotaro: *Looks away, knowing why Medea isn't well*

Joseph: Y'know I was thinking about that to be honest, but I'm sure a Stomach flu isn't too bad, besides we got some SPW doctors on standby.

Medea: *Stirring* Mmmm....

Polnareff: Oh she's waking up.

Medea: Mmm...food...need food...

Joseph: See? She's starting to feel better enough to want to eat again.

Avdol: Well it's getting a little dark anyways, let's stop to rest and eat.

Joseph: Ya got it. *Parks the car off the road*

Avdol: I suggest home-made soup just to be on the safe side, and I know a great chicken soup recipe that became popular in Egypt over the recent years, perfect for illnesses and cold weather.

Polnareff: Oooooh~

A few minutes later

The men had set up camp and are in the process of making soup, meanwhile Medea's still sitting in the car with Iggy.

Joseph and Jotaro: *Checking the fire*

Avdol: *Watching over Polnareff at the cutting board*

Polnareff: *Getting out some potatoes and a peeler*

Joseph: Hey, Jotaro, go check and see if Medea's alright.

Jotaro: I was going to anyway. *Walks to the car* .... Hey Medea, are you alri-*Stunned* O_O

Medea: *Chewing on a car frame* Nom nom nom nom....*Looks up to see Jotaro staring at her* ........What?

Jotaro: What the hell are you doing????

Medea: *Looks at what she's doing* Oh shit! *Cleans the drool on it*

Jotaro: Don't tell me you're craving cars.

Medea: I'm not, it's the iron.

Jotaro: So you mean to tell me that you're craving iron?

Medea: Yeah, I don't know why, *traces fingers on it* but the smell is just so tantalizing.

Jotaro: ....That is SO stupid and very dangerous.

Medea: I know, but that's what the baby wanted. *Suddenly she gets a face full of dirt clots on her face* HEY!

Iggy: *Puts away [The Fool]* Ruff... *In his mind* You want iron? Eat dirt clots, bitch.

Medea: Blegh!

Jotaro: Good grief. *Goes away*

Joseph: *Pouring broth into the pot* How is she?

Jotaro: She's alright, just acting like a weirdo.

Joseph: Hey >_>

Jotaro: What, you want me to be honest? She's a bitch, you happy?

Joseph: Jotaroooooo. >_>*

Polnareff: OW! *Dropping the bloodied peeler* FUCK! *Holding onto his left hand, hissing in pain*

Avdol: Polnareff! Are you ok!?

Polnareff: Y-yeah! Just a scratch that's all. *Shows his injured hand, his fingers are intact, but he's got a nasty cut on his forefinger*

Avdol: Where's the first ai-...........

Joseph: It should be by the ice bo-.......

While this was happening, Medea lost focus of the conversation when she started to smell a new type of iron...an iron that everyone has; blood, the smell of iron in one's blood stream.

Medea: *Panting from the smell* ...hah...hah...hah....*Crawls out of the car*

Iggy: Hm?... *Watches her sneaking her way to the peeler Polnareff accidently injured himself with*

Medea: ....*Grabs the peeler* ....*Deeply inhales the blood on it, the iron in it was a lot more appetizing than the car's iron* Haaah....*Gets ready to lick it*

Iggy: *Senses something very wrong, he summons [The Fool] again*

Medea: *Gets grabbed* ACK! *Getting dragged back to the car, dropping the peeler*

Avdol: *Wraps Polnareff's finger* There, it should heal up in a few days. *Goes back to the cutting board to clean the peeler*

Polnareff: Merci beaucoup.

Back at the car, Iggy has had Medea in a cage made of indestructible sand with [The Fool]'s head on top. Iggy just laid there, huffing, while Medea just sat in her cage, shocked.

Medea: *Shocked over what she almost did*.................. *She reached out to pet Iggy's head*

Iggy: *Startled* Eep!

Medea: Thanks... for stopping me, Iggy...

Iggy: Huff~ *In his mind* No shit, what you're doing was just creepy.

End of Part 4

#tw: blood #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff #iggy #jojo oc #oc #drabble #alternate timeline

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amandstrr · 3 months

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this was my FIRST EVER animation, so PLEASE have mercy on me…. obviously this is a snippet from Stand by me, with kid cudi's Elsie's baby boy (Flashback) as a soundtrack lol. I drew this with Procreate and You can really tell that I was getting the hang of it during this progress. the beginning is kinda ruff but nonetheless, I'm still kinda proud of myself, since this is the first time I tried my hand at animation :)))

#stand by me #animation #first animation #river phoenix #procreate #kid cudi #digital art #coming of age #will wheaton

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cruisingheightswithdragons · 3 months

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These prompts are really fun to think about, so I ended up writing some more with Dah’ni!

1. An encounter with a dragon

A brisk wind drifted through the air, messing up the tidy fur that Dah’ni had so carefully brushed through that morning. Hissing with annoyance, they unsheathed their claws and combed through the ruffs of fur on their cheeks.

“Agh, and I had just fixed up my hair, too…” From behind the khajiit, the nord Lydia sighed from the sight of her disheveled brunette hair that clung to her steel armor.

Another khajiit, Kharjo, slowed his pace with the other two in order to be just behind Lydia. “Perhaps it would be best to put it in a braid, yes?” Taking off steel plated gauntlets and placing them perched underneath his arm, his grey furred hands combed through Lydia’s hair, pulling it out into three equal pieces before tossing them together into a braid.

“Thank you.” Lydia glanced back at the taller cat with a grateful look painting her eyes. “I’m afraid that autumn in Skyrim is always windy.”

Dah’ni couldn’t help but let out a smile seeing the two of them get along. At this point, Kharjo had only been with the team for a week, and was still getting acclimated to the ways of the dovahkiin and their housecarl. However, it seemed as though he was starting to warm up, which Dah’ni appreciated. A hot feeling surfaced, blooming in their stomach and moving to their face, as if by a comforting fire. Behind their dense coat of pale fur, Dah’ni could feel heat flushing their cheeks.

Shaking away the sudden feeling, the khajiit perked their ears forward, listening for anything that may lay ahead as the trio travelled down a mountain path in the Rift. The air was still, and no birds sand their songs as they passed orange-leaved trees. It was oddly quiet, which made Dah’ni wonder.

A shadow zipped overhead, casting the amber grasses in brief darkness before letting the sun shine on them once more. Their fur stood on end, bristling their tail to twice its size as Dah’ni looked up at the sky. For one destined to slay dragons, the sight of one always struck fear into the dragonborn’s heart.

Kharjo brought out his sword, and Lydia her battle axe. Dah’ni readied their war axe as well as soon as the dragon landed just in front of the party. Dust bellowed outward from the impact of the lizard’s weight, catching in Dah’ni’s eyes. They blinked, but held their ground, ready to take on the foe.

Strangely, the dragon did not attack. Now that Dah’ni could get a decent look at it, the dovah was actually much smaller than the others they have fought, only about half the size. It’s smooth scales were small and tightly packed, shining a brilliantly deep purple, with amethyst eyes to match. It had no horns, instead it was equipped with fins like a blood dragon, letting Dah’ni know what type it was.

It let out a voice, expectantly higher pitched than an average dragon. “Which one of you is dovahkiin?” It asked.

Dah’ni tensed, keeping their firm stance, they tightened their grip on their weapon. “This one!” They growled. How odd it was that the dragon could not sense its own kind within the khajiit. They felt their dragon blood course through their veins, their heart beating rapidly.

The dragon raised its neck, standing tall. “I am Briilokven!” It roared, baring fearsome rows of teeth, sharp like daggers. “I have come to you! Yes, this fire that burns within Briilokven… she shall see if you are truly worthy of taking the name of dovah!”

Dah’ni gulped down their fear. “Very well, then! Khajiit will dance on your bones once I have felled you!”

Briilokven rumbled a low growl. “Arrogant pest… this defeat will not mean death, whoever will take it.” She turned to Kharjo and Lydia. “Stand back!”

The two looked at each other before sheathing their weapons, understanding that this battle will be fought by dov, with no kill to decide the match. It was surprising to see a dragon show mercy over others. Who was this Briilokven, to be so unlike a dovah in nature?

Stifling back a sigh of relief, Dah’ni stood firm. “Then I will show you my power!”

Their dragon soul danced to life as Dah’ni concentrated their breath. “Yol!” A thundering cry erupted from their lips, followed by a wall of flames that charged towards the dragon.

Briilokven cringed as the fire hit, radiating against her scales as they glimmered like stars against the heat. “You truly do have the voice…” She reared her head back. “But can you stand against mine?!” She shouted, letting her own flames burst forth.

The fire engulfed Dah’ni, and it was hotter than that from any other dragons they had encountered. Scorching their fur that turned from a pale grey to a charred black, Dah’ni quickly held up their left hand, summoning a ward to block the flames. Once the rocket of embers ceased to lick at their body, the khajiit strengthened their ward, waving it against Lydia and Kharjo as it planted in front of them as a wall, now having exhausted their magicka supply. “Enjoying the show, yes?”

“Can this one really face a dragon alone?” Kharjo yelled out, placing his hand on his blade’s hilt, ready to draw it.

Dah’ni laughed, bellowing out hot smoke. “It is not every day a dragon challenges this one to a battle that does not result in death!”

Briilokven growled. “Enough of your squabbling!” She unfurled her wings, beating them down and taking to the skies. A roar pierced the heavens, cracking the air as she let gravity take her down. Her wings tucked into a dive, Briilokven spewed hot fire as she passed by the group overhead. It hit Dah’ni before they had the chance to regain some magicka to put up another ward, and baked their leather armor. The dragon spun around, and as she charged towards Dah’ni, the khajiit let out another shout.

“Fo Krah!” An icy wind sliced through the sky, striking the winged foe with intensity.

“Gah!” Briilokven tumbled to the ground, crashing into the dirt that now formed a crater from the impact. Chunks of ice littered the ground. She turned around to face her opponent, baring her teeth.

Before the dragon had time to react, Dah’ni had already charged ahead. They sliced their war axe against her purple muzzle, blood erupting from the gash and glossing the dirt below. The khajiit struck again, grabbing at giant bared teeth as they sank their blade in Briilokven’s jaw.

Briilokven hissed a snake-like sound, shaking her head sharply. Dah’ni dislodged themself from the dragon, collapsing into the earth. Giant fangs found their way to Dah’ni’s arm, clamping down and staining their fur red. The dovahkiin let out an anguished cry as blood welled from their wounds.

“Let us help you!” Lydia readied her weapon as the ward dissipated, ready to charge at the adversary.

With their free arm, Dah’ni felt that they had enough magicka for their spell. Their digits twitched, and a ball of flame bellowed from their hand and swallowed their entire body. The dragon unlatched her teeth and flinched back, giving Dah’ni a chance to stand.

“A flame cloak!” Kharjo’s eyes glistened against the light before turning to Lydia. “They are intent on keeping us out of it, no?”

The nord tensed her shoulders, readied weapon clasped in both hands. “What a fool!” Lydia shouted, and Kharjo knew she wanted Dah’ni to hear as well.

Briilokven staggered back, her footprints leaving deep divots in the ground. She exhaled a breath, smoke trailing in the wind. “You have strength, ronit,” She huffed through labored breaths, “I will part now, having had a taste of your thu’um.” She curled her lips, baring her blood soaked teeth. “But make no mistake, this is not the last you have seen of me.” Before anyone could respond, the beastly foe spread her wings and climbed into the sky. “Wuld Nah Kest!” The shout let her tear through the air with incredible speed, and the deep purple shape was nothing more than a black dot on the horizon.

Fatigue hitting them like a war hammer, Dah’ni fell to their knees as their fire smoldered into nothingness. It took most of their energy to get some rattled breaths in and out. Their fur was scorched black, and their arm was red with gushing blood. In fact, Dah’ni was sure that the dragon’s teeth hit bone, the wounds searing in pain like fire. The pain was so great that the dragonborn had not even noticed Lydia and Kharjo rush to either side of them until they spoke.

“You prideful idiot,” Lydia scolded with worry etching her voice, “What made you think you could take on a dragon alone?” She wrapped her arms around Dah’ni’s back, and the khajiit ungracefully fell limply into her touch.

Kharjo took out a large, red bottle. “Khajiit has to agree.” He uncorked the bottle, forcing Dah’ni’s mouth open and letting the red liquid cascade onto their tongue. “We are a team, yes? Let us help you when you are in trouble.”

The sweet nectar of the potion set to work, giving Dah’ni enough energy to pull themself up. Their bleeding started to slow down, and their charred fur began to heal. “It only wished to test my strength,” They said, “I wanted to oblige! A sparring match between dovah and dovahkiin… how could this one pass up the chance?” They strained as they stood up, Lydia supporting their weight.

The nord lass peered into the sky, turning a milky orange as the sun began to slide towards the horizon. A wind blew, rustling the autumn leaves to sing their melodies. Lydia placed a firm grip on their khajiit thane. “I doubt that’s the last we’ll see of that dragon,” She concluded, “But right now, we need to find somewhere for you to rest.”

Kharjo hummed. “Ivarstead is down the road,” He noted, “Let us stay there for the time being.”

Dah’ni hissed under their breath. They wanted to explore, not rest in an inn! However, they let Lydia and Kharjo help them along the cobbled road, limping their way to the small town. Though exhaustion gripped them tightly, the dragonborn wanted nothing more than to face Briilokven again.

#the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #skyrim oc #tes oc #dah’ni #lydia #kharjo #briilokven #my fic #these are really fun and give me a nice chance to build upon Dah’ni’s personality

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samobservessonic · 6 months

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Even if he didn’t star on the cover, Sonic’s comic is still the first and foremost in this issue, giving us a Sonic badnik design that I feel was ahead of its time - if this thing appeared in the modern tumblr sphere today instead of 30 years too early, you just know it’d be prime blorbo material

ALSO! Importantly, this is the first story by one of the main-stay StC writers, Nigel Kitching! I didn’t actually know that while I was reading the story and only looked it up afterwards to check the credits. But honestly, I’m glad that I did it this way, because when I ended up enjoying the story a lot and saw it was by him, I was like “Ah, that makes sense!”

I think we can all guess how this story’s going to go, huh? We cut to Tails chasing after Sonic to tell him that people believe he’s been tearing up star posts (the gateways to the special zone). Sonic is as abrupt as ever, but does assure Tails that he’ll take care of it

The two critters who believe they saw Sonic earlier are these guys, called Stripes and Ruff. They’re literally a badger and a dog, but I assume a lot of the artists working on these comics in the days of Sonic 2 were just told that Sonic’s friends were all little animals and ran with that

The duo get captured by a couple of badniks to be used as their batteries. There’s honestly some untapped horror potential in the idea of badniks just roaming around looking for their animal batteries. I don’t think I’ve seen this concept used elsewhere in Sonic? But honestly, I’d love to see it revisited for a serious on-going threat, like something along the lines of IDW’s Zombot Arc, maybe. Also, I like that there’s a bulldog cerberus badnik. I know these aren’t game designs, but I think they’re neat

It isn’t just these guys getting used for batteries, either. When Sonic finds the badnik impersonator and attempts to destroy it, Tails tries to help him, but gets Sonic caught as well. We also get the first instance of “pixel brain” used in this scene, which was Sonic’s long-running nickname for Tails in StC

With Sonic out of action, Tails vows to help, even if he’s vastly out-numbered. This is when Robotnik himself shows up, citing that he wants revenge on Tails for last time they faced off and that the reason he’s been destroying star posts is because his new base is in the Special Zone and he doesn’t want any uninvited guests dropping in. Admittedly, I don’t remember from the top of my head if Robotnik having a base in the Special Zone becomes a big plot point, but I’m looking forward to seeing where they go with it

Robotnik’s plans are cut short this time, as Sonic reveals that the armour isn’t strong enough to brainwash him and demands Robotnik to let everyone go. This version of Sonic doesn’t pull any punches. I like that. I understand why they wouldn’t have Sonic be quite this ruthless, even to Robotnik, in the current media, but there’s something interesting about how little mercy he shows here

The comic ends on Robotnik getting away, but Sonic vows that he’ll be ready for whenever he comes back, while the newly-released animal friends chill out or repair the star post. I love that I could walk down the street in the UK right now and probably see about five angry little dogs that look exactly like that angry little dog here

This was another good story. I have to admit, when I skimmed the pages before reading it, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did. Honestly, I was already mentally writing out the review that, while Sonic & Tails fighting badniks is a good formula, I’m ready to start seeing more of the familiar StC supporting cast come into play. But when I actually sat down to read the issue, I was pleasantly surprised by how interesting it was - the horror concept of badniks seeking out their own batteries, that plan completely failing on Sonic (perhaps this is the reason Robotnik didn’t come back to it?) and some of the StC lore about the Special Zone already starting to be formed, all kept me intrigued As I said at the start, I didn’t know it was Kitching’s first story when I was reading it and I’m glad that my enjoyment of it came independently of that knowledge, since it reaffirms my belief that Kitching’s work on the series is excellent. Knowing that he’s now at the helm, I look forward to seeing what will be coming next

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 4 #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #dr. robotnik

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Random thoughts on HTTYD RttE S3 (Ep8-13)

Ep8 - Yayy, cousins on a mission

God, Snotlout is like, a whole head shorter than Hiccup, why do I keep noticing these things??

Oh nooo, they're gonna make Toothless participate in the dragon fights! At least that's what I'm predicting

I'm gonna take the twins messing with Snotlout then as their way to calm him down - he really looks worried

Why would you trap those two together?

The difference between Fishlegs and Heather asking where Toothless was taken

That hunter must be so confused

Snotlout is actually really serious for a change

That exchange with "the business was fun

Also, Astrid my girl!!

I swear the Gronkles are so freaking cute

You know, it would be pretty funny if Toothless just made friends with the Razorwhip

God, I love the twins

Triple Strike looks totally like a Pokémon

Yayy, Toothless made friends with the Pokémon!

Guessing Toothless' mercy was a callback to HTTYD1

Snotlout and Fishlegs are pissed, as they should

Sleuther is sho cute, good for him

Ep9- I really don't wanna go over another "Snotlout being an idiot with girls" moment, please don't do that again

Awwww, he's so cute!!

Please, someone shut Snotlout up, I love you boy, but there's a limit

A bunch of time from this episode is being dedicated to Chicken, and I'm okay with it

This is the second time someone sings a lullaby to a baby dragon, and I'm kinda surprised to know Snotlout was the other one

God, Astrid please punch Snotlout, he's been asking for it all day

Oh yes are they all singing, that is so cool!

Garff riding on Hookfang's head looked so sweet

Wow, so we actually get to see how he got all of his gadgets from HTTYD2

Astrid, your jokes are awesome

The Deathsongs are so prettyyyy

They're all singing together that's so cool!

Ep10 - Sooo, today Ruff and Tuff are stylists?

No reason in particular, but I really liked that Heather cut their sails like that

I mean, I get the confusion since these are Hunter boats, but marble is usually a very precious rock, so it wouldn't be too surprising for the sailors to protect the cargo so fiercely

Pink and blue Nadders are so pretty

"I regret nothiiiing!" "I regret everythiiing!" the twins always get the funniest lines

Nuuu, poor Barf&Belch

Sometimes I forget Monstrous Nightmares are supposed to be like, super powerful and scary and all that

Weren't there three guards tied up? where'd the other two go?

That is so messed up, poor Quakens...

"Oh, no, he did not." My reaction, exactly

God, he's even posing and everything

Today is not Barf&Belch's day

Yes, Fishlegs showing how competent he is, I'm into it

Of course, Tuff would have a cousin in Stockholm who related better to their captor's cruelty than to an outsider's help

Aww, they made him an eye patch!

Why haven't they taken the hammer from the hunters?

I'm gonna start a petition for Dreamworks to make a new show about the riders where Fishlegs has a hammer like that - he looks so cool and it fits him pretty well

I can just imagine Snotlout, in all his bi glory, drooling over Fishlegs with that hammer - you cannot tell me he wouldn't

Oh, it's on, biatch

Ep11 - I love Dagur, his character is so fun to watch interact with others - and his VA did a really good job with his voice

Yikes, so who's gonna tell him?

Not sure keeping him a secret is a good idea Hiccup

Shattermaster is an awesome name, and it was given to the cutest Gronkle ever, my god, he looks so sweet

I'm guessing Snotlout appearing on that one shot where the riders catch Dagur is a continuity error

Toothless is cool with Dagur now, it seems

The peeps are actually teaching him, wow

Whenever they want to point out what not to do while Dragon riding, they use Snotlout as an example, it's a funny joke

He would get along well with Tuffnut

Like, I guess it's easier for me to forgive Dagur because i havent seen even half the stuff he's done, but I really feel bad for him

Also, he's got the makings of a himbo, doesn't he? Just thought of this

Why would you trap them together? That feels remarkably dumb

Ha, he used their tricks against him

How many daggers does he keep on him?

Wait, whaaaaa- how? This was a really sudden death scene

Yeah, I refuse to believe he's dead, sorry

Ep12 - I really like Johann acting with the Riders

You wanna send in Snotlout disguised? Uhm, not sure about that myself

Wow, Stoick has zero confidence in Snotlout

He's blond! Doesn't look too bad on him, but I gotta say I prefer his original color

Yayy, Gobber!

Hookfang doesn't look like he's with the rest of the dragons, what's up with that?

No way Viggo doesn't know what's going on

Snotlout is really loving his part

Wait, so this is how he meets Grump?? Nice

Nice improvising skills there Snotlout

Uhm, Ruff, Tuff? Why did you hold onto the cages?

Everyone got caught, wow

I feel like I say this about every single dragon, but, Grump is so cute

"Is he ever going to learn?" "None of them will" Nice words

Fishlegs deserves the clapping

Man, I love Gobber, he's my favorite adult, he is so badass but also such a great father figure - I'd even dare saying the best father figure in the franchise

I mean, losing all of Berk's gold is kiiiind of an issue, but sure

Ep13 - Not best girl Meatlug!!

Did they all look kinda guilty raising their hand or is it just me?

"He needs to go to a seminar." I'm sorry if this sounds repetitive but, I love the twins - this whole conversation was super funny

I am curious about this

"I accept your surrender." Ha, that was good

So, basically what Viggo is proposing is a treaty akin to the real-life Treaty of Tordesillas signed between Portugal and Spain on the 15h century

Random little history class for you guys

We're meeting a whole new dragon-friendly group, that's fun

Uhm, okay, Throk

Ohhhh, she's pretty!!!

And her voice!!! And accent!!!

I'm in love

The little glance between Toothless and Hookfang

Pffft, I love Hookfang

Okayyyy, now she's scaring me

"He's been on trial more than anyone in Berk... Of course, he's also been convicted more than anyone Berk. But who cares?"

Ruffnut's little comments in the background while Tuff's talking make thr scene for me

This trial does bring an interesting issue though - like, sure they give their dragons a choice and they take care of them, and love them, but they do use them to do their bidding and make their own life easier

I'm surprised Toothless and the gang haven't broken free to rescue their partners yet

I'm hoping that will happen at some point

"You're betting all our lives on it." Fair point, Astrid

Wait, didn't you guys bond with a speed-stinger last season? Even Snotlout grew a soft spot for him and all

"Thankyouverymuch-"

Still not sure how I feel about this alliance

"What? You don't even like flowers!" I love their dynamic so much

To be fair, the twins did warn you

Well, that's a nice cliffhanger to wrap up the season!

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The Corination of Avalon

I wanted to get this out before the last chapter of Changling Families vs The Titans. It’s almost everyone in their formal wear. I left out Darci, Aja and Krel as well as Angor and Morgana. I do want to do one for Angor and Morgana later though. Closeups of everyone under the cut.

Lady Claire, apprentice and heir of Angor Rott. I had so much fun designing her dress! I got to play with all kinds of pens for it as well. I was originally going to go with something a little closer to what Barbara is wearing but when looking for references I stumbled across a bunch of Quinceanera dresses and fell absolutely in love. I probably could have done more with her hair, though.

Sir Steve of New Avalon, one of the head of the Knights of New Avalon. He brought his armor back from Ancient Avalon with him after their ‘temporal accident’.

Prince Elijah, Fairy Prince of New Avalon. Technically, he should be dressed in Ancient Greek clothes but I fudged up at the beginning of his storyline and dressed him in Roman clothes so it’s too late to change it now. I like how this turned out anyway.

Lord Tobias, Duke Heir of Akoridian V. Toby now gets to sport a full Akoridian suit, complete with a royal cape. I had to dust off my old Circular Galifrayan for the markings inside his core window.

Sir Seamus, Werewolf Alfa of New Avalon. I used the Johnston tartan as a reference for his kilt since I had stated earlier that his grandmother (his mother’s mother) is from Ireland. I also gave him a small fur cape as a part of werewolf culture in this fic. Most other werewolves would have a much larger pelt but since Seamus had to use pelts from the Arcadia Valley and Angor helped him with the legality of what animals he could use, his is much shorter.

Lady Mary, the Lady of the Lake. I put the most effort into this outfit. Since Mary’s a goddess now, I wanted her outfit to reflect that as well as have a water motif. I spent DAYS looking at references and flipping through animes that my brother-in-law recommended for this. I ended up going with a more modern and less formal hair clip to go with it. Once again I turned to Circular Galifrayan for the hair clip since it’s meant to be built around her Akoridian hair clip from Karl Uhl. But I’m not 100% satisfied with the way the colors shift.

Atlas, Leader of Heartstone Trollmarket. I’ve drawn Jim as Atlas befor but this is a more formal variation. Here he wears trollish garb, lacking his usual leggings, tunic, and vest. He also has more features of his original base form; particularly his ruff of fur that i don’t think I’ve drawn since his baby pictures. He holds his wings closed with his adoption medallion, which now is embellished with a shard of Vendal’s stone.

King Waltolomew the Wise and Queen Barbara the Brave, King and Queen of New Avalon. I’m super happy with how Barbara turned out! All the colors are so pretty on her. Walt on the other hand… The royal colors of Avalon are not flattering on him. I think I spent nearly an hour just trying to find the right color combination for him.

Lord Otto and Lady Elizabeth, Duke and Countess of New Avalon. I LOTHE how ugly Otto’s outfit is. I also lothe that it’s not entirely inaccurate. Because Otto and Liza are ~500 years old, they’re both wearing clothing from Germany the 1500s. Otto’s outfit could have been much, much worse. I should have dressed him in something similar to Walt… Liza, on the other hand, makes me very happy. Even if I don’t love the colors. However, I can’t imagine wearing that many layers in Southern California in the summer so I had a little mercy and gave her a sheer veil rather than the thick wool one she should be wearing. She spends most of the night holding up those rediculous skirts. Neither of these two are having a very good time...

Queen Lenora and Antonia, Fairy Queen of New Avalon and Daughter. Lenora got the same treatment as Eli as far as her outfit goes but she also got a new and fancier hairstyle. I think I like the headband better the gold clasps from before. Antonia’s outfit is pretty basic since she’s still a baby.

Lady Nomura and Sir Erik, Duchess of New Avalon and son. Was this an excuse to draw Nomura and Erik in Kimonos? Maybe so. I had a lot of fun doing it. Nomura’s kimono is modeled after the one I drew her wearing when I drew the original trio as babies but I almost forgot that she only has one arm now. I spent a little more time deciding what color Erik’s kimono was but, ultimately, decided he gets to match his mother.

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