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blizzardstarx · 22 days

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My insane Wings of Fire AU Species Masterlist, of an AU that I made in a rp four years ago! (with very bad traditional drawings i did that long ago) @castiels-destiny

The roleplay information is here, plus fun facts! I recommend reading this.

Starting off with the Continent: Pontalo! I kinda just… replaced two As in Pantala with Os (listen… it was four years ago)

I just made a terrible ass map just now but it looks like a dragon curled up, the head is facing downwards towards Pyrrhia and Pantala

There are 7 main tribes that live there, the FireWings (orange), SunWings(bright yellow), MoonWings (purple), LightWings (sandy yellow thats getting overtaken by red), LightningWings (cyan), HydroWings (dark blue), BloodWings (red), who wiped out the ShapeWings and stole their land. Also, they all eat meat, or in the case of BloodWings, blood.

Also, they can all breathe fire except for HydroWings, ShapeWings (venom), and LightWings, I kinda forgot to mention that before

They can have both Kings and Queens which rule equally, unlike in the original series which has predominantly Queens.

You can make ocs of them! tag (id love to see) and credit me if you do, please! :)

Edit: Headshots of all of them with updated designs! (the ShapeWing isnt accurate)

The head is where the Kingdom of Fire resides, the FireWings live there.

FireWings have fire-proof scales, backs on fire, and intense fire breath. The rare attribute is blue fire. They are aligned to the Fire Tribe and are carnivores. Their colors typically range from red, orange, or yellow (fiery) and have fiery eyes.

Their descendants are the MudWings and SkyWings in the original series.

The second drawing is their Queen (i forgot her name) with her sick daughter i think

Near the wings of the dragon continent, the top part resides the LightWings. (full information here) They are lightweight dragons with feathered wings instead of leathery, bat wings, like a bird. They also have feathery scales on their backs. They are aligned to the Light Tribe and have light powers, and are seen as mostly healers and good-willed. However, they have been nearly wiped out by the BloodWings, and most of the rest of them have fled the continent. They are omnivores.

They can range from white, light yellow, light blue, yellow, and other pastel colors, which are uncommon, and have yellow or blue eyes. Their feathers on their backs and behind their legs can be all kinds of colors, though.

Updated LightWing Base

The LightningWings live in the bottom part of the wing, in the Kingdom of Lightning. They have long nose horns like a lightning rod, and manipulate/summon electricity/lightning. They can charge their power in lightning storms and areas with lots of electricity. They have large backspikes too, and a lightning symbol on their forehead. They are carnivores.

They are a variety of colors, blue, dark blue, grayish blue, dark/grayish purplish blue, etc. Think storm clouds. Their spikes are white with yellow highlights though. They can have blue or yellow eyes.

Their descendants are also the SkyWings.

I actually have recent drawings of LightningWings and ShapeWings, in 2022 or 2023. This is Switch and Storm! They were mates.

Fun fact Storm died in front of Switch’s eyes LMFAOOO

Updated LightningWing base:

ShapeWings (full information here) used to live in the area the Bloodwings now reside, the part of the body connected to the arm and wing. They are shapeshifters and can change forms on whatever they’ve seen, and can also camouflage and change their scale colors, like their descendants, the RainWings. They come in a variety of colors, eye colors, and spots, and are omnivores. They eat a variety of fruits but can eat meat. They are Light Tribe aligned.

Their queen, Paradox, escaped the Great ShapeWing Genocide and was the last surviving member of their species, and she vows to one day rebuild her kingdom, and hated the BloodWings for what they’ve done. However, a young BloodWing dragon, Vampire Bat or, just Bat, came to her school, and she saw that not all of them were bad.

They have now repopulated in wherever the place Paradox went to (we never named what the land was that the roleplay took place in), and will not return to Pontalo.

They are the common ancestor of the Leaf and RainWings.

Updated ShapeWing design:

SunWings are kinda related to LightWings. They have frills like frilled-neck lizards that can absorb sunlight and charge their power. They live in the Kingdom of Sun. They have a very spiky tail, like a sun. They are Light/Fire Tribe aligned. They vary from golden yellow, yellow, orange, etc. They are carnivores.

SandWings are descendants of them, also ShapeWings are related as they absorb energy from the sun too, like their descendants, RainWings and LeafWings.

I don’t have any good drawings of them.

MoonWings (full information here, the following is a summary) are the opposite of SunWings, and they have scales that can light up, like SeaWing scales. They are nocturnal, and very much ancestors of NightWings. They also have star-like dots/scales in their wings that make them look like the night sky, like NightWings. They are in the Moon Kingdom and are Shadow Tribe aligned. However, they are not necessarily evil. They range from any dark color, black, greenish/purpleish/blueish black, etc. They can have any eye color and are carnivorous.

Also they get powers when under full moons like the NightWings, one full moon either prophecy or mind-reading, two for both, three for enhanced

SeaWings are sort of descended from them as well, and they’re distantly related to the HydroWings.

Updated MoonWing Base

BloodWings (full information here + SwordWings info) are settler dragons from another land and conquered the ShapeWings and LightWings. They are like vampires, they can turn into bats, they suck blood, have sharp, long fangs, large ears, and burn in the sun. They have a lot of spikes, a spike on their chest area (which i didnt draw, whoops), and shredder spikes on their forelegs. They range from violent dark red shades and have red eyes. They can hear very well, use dark powers, and can also fight hand-to-hand combat, because of their spikes. They are Shadow Tribe aligned.

Updated BloodWing base:

The second drawing is of Bat, drawn in 2021

Subspecies:

SwordWings (one of my favorites <3 they dont live on Pontalo though)

SwordWings were BloodWings that defected and vowed to stop their evil crimes, and eventually evolved into a seperate species. However, they almost got wiped out by the BloodWings when finally discovered, and the two remaining members known are the King’s children, Knight and Dauntless, brother and sister. They have armor and use weapons, but they still have BloodWing qualities. They grew out of using dark magic (some can sometimes use it) and instead rely on swords or their claws/spikes. Their colors are faded dark red, and have evolved out of their red eyes. They are carnivores and they don’t depend on blood anymore. They are Light Tribe aligned.

The two live in the land Paradox is (i dont have a name for it. we never named it anything lol)

The drawings are Knight. Second one drawn in 2023 I think

And lastly my beloved HydroWings!

Here is the full description

They are literally just SeaWings with bigger webbed spines running down from their head to their tail, on their legs, belly, and webbed spines that form like a fish tail, and water powers. HydroWings speak a more ancient version of Aquatic, and also have more bioluminescent scales than regular SeaWings. They have the patterns in their wings royal SeaWings got from them. They live underwater, can go deep underwater, and have gills, but can also live outside of water like SeaWings. However, they can’t stay on land for too long. They eat fish, whales, etc and are Water Tribe aligned.

They range from purple (rare), blue, green, and dark or light (rare) variants of those too. They have green, purple (rare), or blue eyes too.

Any other colors I didnt mention, just think of them as SeaWings, they can have the colors SeaWings have.

Most of them have fled Pontalo or are in hiding because of the threat of the BloodWings, and a lot have been killed.

Their names are usually after shark or dolphin species! Although Paradox’s mate Torrent does not follow this naming pattern, lol.

Updated HydroWing Base

Old drawing (actually one of the old, old drawings I like but I forgot a few things) and 2023 drawings (I was trying out something with the wings in the first one):

King Tiger Shark, the og HydroWing that I first came up with and the current King!

His back story is sort of in the full HydroWing description, but I forgot to include he was the youngest HydroWing King ever at 5.

And Queen Dolphin, daughter of Queen Paradox, and Hydro-ShapeWing hybrid.

She found the hidden HydroWing palace Atlantis and found out she was a HydroWing and not just a weird SeaWing/ShapeWing hybrid.

#blizz's art #Pontalo!!!#wings of fire #wings of fire oc #wof art #wof oc #wof #wof design #wof au #oc #i hope i explained this right 😭😭😭#took so long lmfaoo

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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29 asksss

Yes

@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #octonauts #jangles

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isabelguerra · 28 days

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so if i remember you said that max cant fly a broom for shit despite how much isabel tries to teach him so he does parkour off/with the stairs. does isabel ever join him since he cant partake in her activity of choice?

YES!!!!! Max hated the stairs until he realized their Sick Flip potential. The old castle architecture is full of great ledges, slopes, and nooks that he uses for freerunning.

Max teaching isabel parkour would be so cute… I think she’d struggle with it in the same way Max struggles on a broom. Equivalent exchange. She draws the line at anything harder than scaling a wall (which is really easy when you know the steps) (and have the right shoes). For some reason, flying gives her less vertigo than hurling herself through the air and maybe sticking that landing.

But she would try. Isabel would poke fun at Max’s death wish, beg/threaten him to show her some moves, have a great time for a while. Then Max would go ‘alright now for the 30ft richochet technique’ where he jumps off a railing, barrel rolls off of two statues, hops up and grabs a wall fixture, hoists himself up a 3inch runway meant to keep the pigeons away, and backflips into a crouching position on solid marble. Isabel would rear up to do the move and Max would remember her grandpa runs the wizard mafia and go Wait Actually You Can Do A Backflip Right? Lets Uh, Lets Make Sure You Can Do A Backflip First

Max claims to ONLY hang around the quidditch pitch during their practices because he’s bored. Clearly there would never be another reason. But also he likes sitting there to watch Isabel fly and lazily jeer and shout what she thinks the answer to #19 of their Charms homework is. Isabel does that thing kids do on a playground where they shout “HEY ARE YOU LOOKING?” and then do a silly move down the slide. She’d, like, shout halfway across the field at full volume to make sure Max is paying attention and then do a little loop-di-loop she’s been practicing. Theyre bffs

#asks #weirdbabs #wizard au #i love this question T__T

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cardinal-copia-popia · 1 year

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Dracopia hires a college girl to paint a mural in his manor and over time he grows so fond of her. Not in like a romantic way but more of a father daughter bond. Comes to find out her home life is rather shitty and she took the job to get away from her parents so he gets rid of the parents and adopts her?

First off, I would like to apologize to you, anon, and everyone else who has sent me something that I have yet to answer! I went through a stretch where I simply had no motivation, and I didn't want to write something and not give it the attention it deserves.

So, here is your request, anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Also can be read here on AO3

Just in case, a trigger warning for abuse, but it's mild and talked about very vaguely. Under the cut for length.

A New Home

You leaned back and looked over your work, pleased for the first time with what you saw. You had been at it for months now, but ever since you started, nothing had felt right. Not until now, now that you felt like you belonged somewhere.

When he first approached you, you had been a struggling college student in a not-great living situation with your parents, trying to make ends meet. You had been showing some of your work, trying to make a sale, with no luck. It had been nearing the end of the day when the man running the showroom — who had generously allowed you to display some of your work for free — approached and said that all of your paintings had just been bought. You stared at him, dumbfounded. He then gestured to an older man standing at the far end of the gallery. You had seen him perusing, but that was all he seemed to be doing.

You met him after that, and he told you that he loved your work so much that he wanted to buy all of it and even paid much more than what you were selling it for. You nearly refused, thinking this was too good to be true, that he was pulling your leg. But it was very real.

A week later, you got a call from the man who ran the showroom saying that the buyer wanted to commission you for a piece. Again, you were shocked, but you agreed to meet with the man. That was when you learned his name was Copia. He was a middle-aged man, unmarried, and lived in a manor on the outskirts of town. You knew about his house but had never known who the owner was.

Copia was very kind, if not a little odd. He lived alone except for his staff, who, for some reason, always kept their faces hidden behind silver masks with horns on them. You were fascinated by them when you first saw them and ended up including them in the piece you were working on.

Copia wanted a mural painted on the back wall of the rather grand foyer of his manor. You had never done something on such a large scale, but Copia said he believed in you. It was still daunting.

As soon as you walked in, your eye was drawn up the first short flight of steps to a landing where the stairs branched off on either side. It was that wall that now held your nearly finished mural. It had taken months. Four months, to be exact. Four blissful months of you being away from your parents, as Copia had insisted you stay in the manor while you worked. He even had one of his masked attendants drive you to your classes, which was just fine by you. It was better than biking all the way there.

And now, that time was drawing to a close. To say you dreaded returning home would be an understatement. But, with what Copia was paying you, you could easily move out on your own. It was just a matter of sustaining that….

“È bellissimo, cara mia.”

You turned to see Copia standing at the foot of the steps, also admiring your work.

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “It’s finally coming together.”

He walked up the stairs to stand next to you. “What are your plans after you finish school?”

You hesitated. In all honesty, you had not thought that far ahead. And until him, you did not think you could make money with your art. “I don’t know.”

“I would hate to see your talent wasted,” he continued. “You truly are quite remarkable. It has been a long, long time since I was so taken with an artist's work.”

Any time he complimented your work, tears filled your eyes. That was all you had ever wanted to hear. Art was your passion, a passion your parents never understood and never encouraged. In fact, they thought you were wasting your time getting your degree in art, hence why they were not helping you financially.

But to hear Copia praise your work and encourage you… You knew he was being genuine. Why else would he have you painting a mural in the front entrance of his home where any visitor he had would see it immediately?

“And you have captured my likeness quite well,” he said with a smirk.

You smiled, too, looking up at his face you had painted. For some reason, you had felt compelled to paint him looking almost otherworldly. In fact, he looked downright vampiric. You were not sure why, but with his home and the way it was decorated, to the hours Copia kept… You secretly thought, in a little joke with yourself, that he might be a vampire. It was silly, you knew, but you painted him how you saw him. A master of his world, unburdened by the trivial things mere mortals had to deal with. You admired him and wished you could be as confident and independent.

“And the ghouls are a nice touch,” he added. “They will be pleased you included them.”

“You wanted me to capture the essence of this house,” you said with a shrug. “So I did.”

You could feel him looking at you now. “Do you feel calm here?”

“What do you mean?”

“A month ago, what you had was rather chaotic. The background was… loud colors and sharp lines. You have changed it, tamed it. I just wonder if the house has changed, or have you?”

You thought for a long moment. You had not even realized you had done that, but he was right. At some point during your time here, you had come to think of this place as home. It was a safe haven. The dark wood walls and rich red curtains all over the manor had come to feel like more of a home than your own home ever did. And Copia and his attendants — whom he called ghouls — treated you like family. The family you had always wanted…

“I did not mean to make you cry, cara mia,” Copia murmured.

You quickly reached up to wipe away the tears you had not even been aware you were crying. Copia suddenly caught your wrist.

“You have hurt yourself,” he said, pushing your sleeve up to reveal a bruise on your arm.

You tried to pull your arm away, but he held fast. “It’s nothing…”

Copia’s eyes blazed in anger as realization dawned on him. “Who did this to you?”

You shook your head.

As quickly as his anger appeared, it dissipated. Copia gentled his hold on your arm. “Cara mia… What is it? You know you can tell me.”

“I wish they would just disappear,” you whispered.

“Who, cara mia?” he questioned, some of the anger creeping back in.

You stared up into his mismatched eyes and surprisingly found yourself unafraid of his anger. It usually bothered you when people got angry, but not with Copia. You felt compelled to tell him.

“It happened when I went home this past weekend. My dad, he… He didn’t like that I was taking so long up here. He thought something might be… going on. I tried to tell him that I was just working, but he didn’t believe me.”

“Your father did this to you?” It was not so much a question as his voice was deadly calm, though you could sense the undercurrent of anger.

You managed a weak, grim smile. Copia knew your home life was troubled, but you never went into detail. “He’s always done stuff like this. My mother’s worse.”

Copia snarled and let go of your arm. For a brief second, you could have sworn you saw the glint of fangs behind his lips, but surely that was your imagination playing tricks on you. “How long before you’re done with this?”

The question took you by surprise, and you were briefly filled with panic, thinking that now that he knew, he might see you as a burden, just like your parents did, and send you back to them. “A-another week or so.”

His back was now to you, and he was so still. Still enough that anyone else might have thought he was dead. “Keep working,” he finally said. “I will not be joining you for dinner tonight.”

“Copia, what—”

He held up a hand, silencing you instantly. “Do not trouble yourself anymore with these worries, cara mia.” He turned a bit to look over his shoulder at you. “From now on, this is your home for as long as you need it. And the ghouls and me? Your family.”

More tears filled your eyes as you stared at him. “You… You mean it?”

“Sì. You are safe here, cara mia. Always. You have my word.”

He flashed you a smile and bowed before quickly taking his leave. You quickly looked back up at the mural, at the hint of elongated teeth you had given him, knowing now that you had not imagined it before.

Two days later, you found a newspaper on the dining room table where you usually ate your breakfast, folded over to reveal a story about the disappearance of a married couple in town. The police had no clues yet as to what happened, but the night they disappeared, neighbors reported seeing what they could only describe as cloaked figures around the house as well as, strangely, a large bat swooping around.

And, strangely, you found that you did not care to know the details.

#ask #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfic #copia #dracopia #reader

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positivelybeastly · 4 months

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*rolls into your inbox with some tea and makes herself comfortable*

I need more context about this pretty please.

So, I kinda generally hate Brian Michael Bendis' tenure on the X-Men, but I still find these two pages funny mostly because they went out of their way to draw Hank looking the most Dr. Eggman they possibly could, and because Maria Hill in the comics is just as much of a fascist asshole as Ben Percy's Beast (seriously, look up Pleasant Hill), so the idea that her words mean fucking jack just makes me laugh.

It's also just funny because Hank hasn't . . . even . . . really . . . done, that much, here. Yes, he brought the Original X-Men out of the timestream for an afternoon while he was in the midst of a protracted cardiac arrest, but he fully intended on putting them back ASAP, and the only reason they weren't was because Brian Michael Bendis looked out at all the X-Men in 2013, and decided that aside from Kitty Pryde, he wasn't really interested in writing most of them.

Just like how people in Bendis' run act like Cyclops milquetoast revolution is going to upend the social order (he's just doing run of the mill X-Men shit, really), people in Bendis' run act like Beast was running around poking his big blue fingers in the holes of the universe and trying to yank them wide open, when that's, not, really, his Modus Operandi.

Seriously, if you go back and read what Hank was actually doing prior to Bendis, he mostly just kinda stays in his lane and tries to fix shit that other people broke (looks over at the Decimation). Did he have moral slips? Yeah, a few. But none that many people knew about, and none that would affect the universe on such a scale that Maria Hill should be having paroxysms about it.

These pages are also extra funny because that's not Dazzler, that's Mystique pretending to be Dazzler, and she's just having to sit there and listen to Hill lose her fucking mind over Beast, probably thinking, damn, why don't I have that kind of reputation?

That being said.

Hank can be very dangerous.

When a multiversal envoy of death recognises you on sight and says, oh yeah, you're important and you play the Great Game of Worlds almost every time, that says something.

Oops. It's almost like Hank's smarter than you, Cap. Scary smarter.

Oops. Get played, boys.

"Hey, Hank, can you cook me up a doomsday weapon?"

"I'll need a box of Twinkies and maybe a day?"

Oddly enough, he was actually a lot scarier before he went supervillain. Go figure.

#birdswings #outofmuffins #gif warning

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p-artsypants · 1 year

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No, You go First (9)

Ao3 | FF.net

Reminder, I’m not being historically accurate with wedding traditions in this fic. I’m only mentioning that because we get into the meat of ceremonies in this chapter.

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“Why don’t you go tell your mom where you’re going to be while I pop into the forge?” Hiccup asked.

“I suppose I should. Where’s Fishlegs?”

“I think he’s down at the arena with the others. They’re practicing with each other since no new dragons have been caught.”

“Oh no, how did the old dragons get out in the first place?” She giggled at their little inside joke.

“Whoever freed them must be horribly attractive.” Hiccup feigned drama.

She snickered, and gave him an affectionate punch to the shoulder. “I’ll meet you at the arena.”

He nodded as they separated.

“Hey Gobber,” Hiccup greeted as he entered the forge.

“Back from lunch? I got an order for a new plow from Mildew!”

“No can do, boss. Astrid and I are going up to Gothi’s for wedding practice.”

“Need a translator?” He asked a bit too eagerly.

“We were actually going to ask Fishlegs.”

Gobber looked disappointed, but not offended. “Aye. That boy has a good intuition with Gothi’s drawings. I’m liable to say something wrong and get whacked. Have fun with your rehearsal!”

“I’ll try…” Hiccup mumbled as he went into his workshop. All he had to do was grab her ring, and then it was off to the arena.

As luck would have it, Astrid came out of her house just as he was passing by.

“Was Gobber bummed that we didn’t need him?”

“I think he was happy to not get reprimanded by Gothi.” He chuckled. “I also had to grab your ring. Do you want to see it now? Or keep it a surprise?”

“Oh I want to see it!” She said, eagerly.

Hiccup smirked as he handed her the little box.

Astrid knew that whatever Hiccup made, it would be perfect for her. But she hadn’t anticipated how ‘perfect’ it truly was. The ring was a pale golden color, with two circular black stones on the outside and three oblong blue stones making a fan shape in the center. It was simple, but elegant.

“It’s steel, brazen with gold for color, but that way it’s nice and stable.”

“Where did you get the stones?”

“They’re actually dragon scales. The black are from Toothless, and the blue from Stormfly. I figured…if you ever had a bad day, you could just look down at your hand and all three of your friends would be there.” He smiled as she examined the ring. He expected a compliment, or maybe even a hug, but he didn’t expect her to look up from his masterpiece with a quivering lip and eyes filling up with tears.

“Astrid…”

Then she started crying in earnest. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought to wipe them away. She hated showing weakness, and that’s what she considered crying to be.

“Come here,” he took her hand and led them into a narrow alley between two houses. Then he pulled her into a hug, a hand gently rubbing her back. “I’m sorry Astrid. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” she sobbed.

“But—“

“Hiccup, I’m upset because I wanted it to be you! You showed me so much kindness and understanding…your world was more than fighting and killing. You gave me Stormfly, and so many great memories. I thought, surely one day, when the time came, I’d get to marry you. It would be fun! It would be like—like the hayloft. Except everyday with no consequences! We would be able to sit up together at night and joke and laugh! I know there’s more to marriage than that, but I told myself, if I had to get married, then that’s what I wanted. I actually changed my mind! I didn’t want to get married at all! Ever!” She fell on his shoulder, still weeping.

Mourning.

“And this is just a reminder of what I don’t get to have. A husband that knows me better than I know myself.”

Hiccup squeezed her tightly, and confessed quietly, “I wanted to marry you someday too.”

—-

When Astrid had enough, she straightened up, wiped her face, and bravely asked, “how do I look?”

“Like a hot mess.”

She determined that was good enough, and together, they went down to the arena to find Fishlegs.

Since there were no dragons to train with, thanks to Hiccup and Astrid and also the eels, the teens in training were forced to train with each other. Ruffnut and Fishlegs were sparring, and Snotlout and Tuffnut were wrestling.

Hold on. That’s not accurate.

Ruffnut was bashing a mace against a shield Fishlegs was holding in terror, and Snotlout was tying Tuffnut into a pretzel.

“You kids having fun?” Astrid smirked from above.

“Yeah!” Cried Ruffnut.

“No!” Cried Fishlegs.

“You here to spar? I need a partner that’s not totally lame,” said Snotlout.

“Hey! I’m not lame! I’m just practicing the art of water. Just flow with the movement. Direct the energy through you.”

Snotlout cranked his arm over.

“Oh I’m hurt! I am very much hurt!”

“We came to borrow Fishlegs,” Astrid said, unbothered.

“Oh thank Thor!” Fishlegs threw the shield at Ruffnut and ran out of the arena.

“What do you need Fishface for?” Snotlout asked, still pinning a screaming Tuff.

Hiccup explained, “We’re going to Gothi’s to practice the wedding ceremony.” Then he added begrudgingly, “you should come too, Snotlout.”

Snotlout scoffed. “I don’t have to think about that crap for another month. I’d just as soon stay here and kick ass, if it’s all the same to you.”

Ruffnut took the momentary distraction to tackle Snotlout to the floor and free Tuffnut.

“Suit yourself,” Hiccup shrugged.

Fishlegs joined them up top, almost looking giddy. “Ohhh! This is so exciting!” He pranced as they started towards Gothi’s. “Aren’t you excited, Astrid?”

“To be eternally bound to the dumbest asshole on this island? I’m ecstatic.”

“Well…when you say it like that…”

“You’re good at interpreting Gothi’s drawings, right?” Hiccup asked.

“Better than I thought I’d be. Since my mom’s one of the healers, she wanted me to train with her and Gothi. I picked it up really fast.”

“Well, it’s always good to have a back up plan in case the whole dragon slaying deal doesn’t work out.” Astrid said, a sour note to her tone.

Fishlegs winced, but then proceeded. “I didn’t really want to fight dragons. I read the manual like 27 times, and once you memorize all the ways dragons can kill you…it kind of removes the desire to be anywhere near them.”

Hiccup and Astrid nodded at that, feeling differently, but appreciating what he meant.

“Oh! Is that your ring?” He pointed at the little box Astrid was holding. “Can I see?”

“Sure. Hiccup did a great job.”

Fishlegs held it up in the sunlight, “Oh wow, Hiccup, this is amazing…it’s kind of like you’re good at everything except killing dragons.”

Hiccup chuckled, “thank you for summing that up.”

“These blue scales are from a Nadder, right? Where’d you get the black ones?”

Hiccup was surprised he knew they were dragon scales, but it was Fishlegs. “I found them in the woods. Not sure what dragon they belong to. I’d like to think it’s a Nightfury.”

Fishlegs examined it closer. “You know, it could be! There aren’t a lot of black dragons. Nightfury’s are camouflaged at night, so they could be all black!”

If only he knew. Hopefully someday soon, they could introduce the dragons to the village, and they could all have warm relationships and fly. That was the dream.

Soon enough, they climbed the mountain to Gothi’s and knocked on her door.

The old woman gave them an appraising glare as she opened the door.

“Hi Gothi,” Hiccup began. “We’re here to—”

She held a hand up to silence him, and then wrote in the sand that covered the floor of her hut.

“Oh, already!” Fishlegs peered over Hiccup’s shoulder and interpreted the squiggles. “She says she knows why we’re here.”

“Oh. Okay. My father must have talked to her, then.”

Gothi gestured them inside and wandered around, collecting supplies. She gave Fishlegs instructions to move a pedestal over to an open area in the room. Then she drew a circle on the floor.

“She says, stand in the middle of the circle, facing each other, and join hands. Astrid on the right, Hiccup on the left.”

“Shouldn’t I be–?”

Gothi shook her staff at him, threateningly.

“Okay, okay!” He took his spot. “Guess we’re running through a mock ceremony?” He asked Astrid, quietly.

She shrugged, but didn’t speak, afraid of getting hit. She held out her hands, and he took them, his palms up, like he had seen only a couple of times.

Gothi brought over a tray with a bowl and a long strip of fabric, while Fishlegs lit the circle of candles around Hiccup and Astrid.

“Do you have the rings?”

Astrid nodded and took hers out of its box.

“I didn’t know I was—”

Gothi rolled her eyes and went to her dresser. There was a small chest filled with jewelry, and she picked out three or four rings to have Hiccup try on. The second, a plain silver band, fit, so she pocketed the rest.

“Give each other the rings,” Fishlegs instructed.

They did so, and then retook each other’s hands.

Gothi gave a short sigh, and seemed a lot more pleasant now. She reached up and pushed both of their bangs out of the way, then dipped her fingers into the bowl on the pedestal, and smeared what looked like blood on both of their foreheads.

“Is this…real blood?”

WHACK.

“Okay okay! I’ll stop talking!”

“Now you will place the rings on each other’s hands. Hiccup, you go first.”

Hiccup gave Astrid a little smile as he slid the ring onto her dainty finger. Once in place, she did the same, her hands shaking. It was kind of cruel to have them mock this out when it would be someone else in a month. But they needed the practice…at least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.

Once they both had the rings, they retook each other’s hands.

Gothi then wrapped the thin cloth around their hands and wrists.

“The cloth is wrapped 9 times, to represent the marriage transcending all 9 realms.”

Hiccup nodded heavily.

Then Gothi wrapped a red cord around their hands and tied a double knot.

“She says you can practice this knot on a tree or chair later, Hiccup. It’s not hard or complicated.”

Hiccup again nodded.

“Now it’s time for vows. Hiccup, you go first.”

“Uh…”

WHACK.

“She says, you will prompt the couple with the call and response of the following: Beloved, I seek to know of you, and ask of the Gods and Goddesses that I be given the wisdom to see you as you are, and love you as a Mystery.”

Hiccup took a deep breath and repeated Fishlegs.

I will take joy in you,

I delight in the love of you.

You are to me the whispering of the tides,

The seduction of summer’s heat.

You are my friend,

My lover,

Grow old and wise with me,

As I will do with you!

A life before us of rainbows and sunsets,

And a willingness to share in happiness and in sadness.

“I love you.” Prompted Fishlegs.

“I-I-I love you…”

“I adore you.”

Then it was Astrid’s turn to recite the vows, and she did it effortlessly, as she did most things. A sad smile crept over her face, though Hiccup couldn’t guess what it meant.

Gothi scratched the next part into the floor, and Fishlegs dutifully interpreted, too focused on the job to realize what was happening. “Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, do you take your chosen and beloved mate, Astrid Hofferson, to be your lawfully wedded companion, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? Will you keep your love and trust, caring for and cherishing your beloved:

Will you keep the promise of this rite?”

“Yes?” Hiccup asked, more as a question. Why was his name being used? He’d been whacked enough times today to just trust Gothi’s methods.

“Astrid Hofferson, do you take your chosen and beloved mate, Hiccup Haddock, to be your lawfully wedded companion, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? Will you keep your love and trust, caring for and cherishing your beloved:

Will you keep the promise of this rite?”

“I will.” Astrid smiled.

“You have declared your consent before your Gods and Goddesses within this holy circle. May our Mother Goddess Frigga strengthen your consent and fill you both with her blessings. By the witness of our Gods, Goddesses, and ancestors are these sacred vows made manifest. I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

“Oh, well that’s a lot to remember to say. Do you have it written down somewhere?” Hiccup asked.

WHACK.

“Ow! What did I do?! I thought we were done!”

Gothi circled a squiggle and pointed at Astrid.

“What’s she saying?”

Fishlegs blushed. “She wants you to kiss Astrid.”

“What? Why?”

Gothi looked at him wide-eyed and perplexed. Then she frantically scribbled in the sand.

As Fishlegs watched, he went wide-eyed and pale. “Uh Hiccup…you guys said you were coming here to practice, right?”

“Yeah?”

“She thought you were coming to elope…she married you. For real.”

Hiccup suddenly felt very light headed as he looked down to the wrappings over their hands, and then to Astrid. She was trying and failing to suppress a smile, like she was amused rather than surprised. He rounded on Gothi. “Astrid’s engaged to Snotlout! Why would you think we wanted to elope?!”

“She says everyone saw the hickey on your neck last winter after that blizzard.”

Hiccup blushed several shades of red, before looking back at his bride. His bride! “Astrid, I am so so sorry! I had no idea she would–I thought–you know I wasn’t trying to–!”

“Hiccup,” Astrid said softly, squeezing his hands. “It’s okay. It’s really okay. I wasn’t thrilled about getting married, but I resigned myself to it. So I was ready to marry, and anticipating it. This is…a preferable outcome.”

“I—My dad is going to kill me. He gave me this responsibility and I—no, forget my dad! Spitelout is going to actually murder me! Do you know how much money he paid me for all that stuff!?”

“Then pay him back? You didn’t spend everything did you?”

“I had to buy materials! Gah! Gothi! You have to undo this!”

WHACK.

Fishlegs read, “You made a sacred oath in front of the Gods. I will not annul this marriage.”

Then Gothi smiled as she wrote something else, almost as an afterthought.

“She says you guys make a better match anyway.”

“I’m dead. I’m so dead!” Hiccup tried to pull away, but his wrist was still tied. “Please help?”

Gothi soundlessly laughed as she untied them.

“Well, thanks for all that…I guess. I suppose we have to go face the music…” Hiccup imagined all the yelling and threats of bodily harm he was about to receive. Spitelout might actually try to kill him. Maybe they should tell Stoick and Axel first and have them present for Spitelout.

Gothi shook her head, and pointed at Astrid.

“She still wants you to kiss…” Fishlegs blushed. “And she said, ‘make it good.’”

“What’s that supposed to—”

Astrid hooked her ankle around his knee, making him lose his balance and start to fall backwards, but she caught him around the waist and dipped him, presenting a searing kiss to his lips.

Then, a moment later, he was righted, and she dusted him off. “Good enough for you?” Astrid asked Gothi.

The old woman and Fishlegs both clapped for them.

Winded and star struck, Hiccup wobbled towards the door. “At least I will have fond memories before I die…”

Astrid was a few steps behind him, and once they were outside, she started giggling.

“What’s got you so happy?” Hiccup asked, still pale and hopped up on adrenaline.

“I don’t have to marry Snotlout! No more dinners with the Jorgensons! No more forcing myself to be nice to him! And I get to move out of my parents house! I get to live with my best friend!” She stood up a little straighter. “And one day, I will be chieftess! Not too bad a catch, if I do say so.” She reached over to take his hand, but he pulled away from her. “Hiccup?”

He just looked at her, trying to find words, but was too gripped with dread.

“Just a few hours ago, you said you wanted to marry me…unless you were just saying that to make me feel better?”

“No!” He did take her hand then, holding it tightly in both of his. “Astrid…I didn’t lie. I did, do, want to marry–I guess be married to you. I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be singing and dancing, but right now…I feel like I cheated. I didn’t do anything to deserve to marry you. I didn’t make a contract with your dad…”

“But you made all the weapons for the bride price. You built me a house, you made me a ring. And you went to rehearsal with me. If you had been able to ask my dad for my hand, he would have given you permission in a heartbeat. You didn’t need to trick him to win me in a bet. If anything, Hiccup, you did more to deserve me than anyone.”

Hiccup let out a shuddering sigh. “That makes a lot of sense, thank you.”

“So you’re not going to try to get rid of me again, right?”

He chuckled helplessly. “No, dear.”

“Then let’s go tell our parents and Spitelout. I’ll be right here with you.”

“And so will I,” said Fishlegs, sneaking up behind them.

“Gah! Fishlegs! How long have you been there?”

“...You don’t want to know. But I’ll come along with you to explain what I saw.”

That eased the dread even more. “That will be a big help, Fishlegs. Why don’t you go ahead into town? I think my dad might be in his secret meditation spot in the woods. He doesn’t want anyone to be able to find him when he needs a break.”

“I can respect that! I have several secret meditation places on the island. We can tradesies!”

“Later, Fishlegs.”

“Oh right! I’ll go wait in the forge!” And they split up.

As they made their way back to the cove, Hiccup imagined all the words his father had to say. He gnawed on his lip. What would this turn into? Hiccup certainly didn’t have the money to pay Spitelout back for those materials. He didn’t think his father had that just ready to go, either. This was a nightmare!

As he spiraled, Astrid’s warm hand connected with his, and she twined their fingers together.

He looked at her.

“I get that you’re nervous, and I know why, but I’d like to hold my husband’s hand, if that’s alright.”

Wow. Husband. What a thought!

“Okay,” he said, dreamily.

When they arrived at the cove they saw Valka sitting by the shack with a sewing project. Stoick had left.

“Did Dad go back?” Hiccup asked, stating the obvious.

“Oh a little while ago. How did rehearsal go?”

“Depends on how you look at it…” he hesitated. “Astrid thinks it went really well. I think it was a disaster.”

“My my! What happened?”

This would be his litmus test. His mother probably wouldn’t react too badly to the news, being that she’d been removed from humans for so long.

“Well, mom…meet the wife.” And he gestured to Astrid.

“Wife? Your wife?!”

“Yeah…Gothi thought we came to elope, I thought she was doing a mock ceremony…” he rubbed his face. “Oh this is so messed up!”

Valka burst into laughter. Hard, loud, unrestrained laughter. She fell backwards off her seat, and still kept laughing.

Hiccup worried if his mother had actually gone insane. Considering what she had been through, it was only a matter of time.

“I’m-I’m sorry, my love!” She kept laughing, and slowly pulled herself off the ground. “It’s just–you and your father were both telling me how you’ve had…a bit of an unlucky streak with the village. And now this!”

“Yep. We all know that the gods hate me.”

“Oh honey…” she cooed. She stood and went to him, petting the hair from his face and wiping the blood from his forehead. “It’s not all bad. Astrid’s your good friend, afterall.”

“I’m thrilled about that part! I just don’t think I’m going to live long enough to enjoy it.”

Valka chuckled warmly, pulling him into a hug. “My little boy is a man! When you have the real ceremony, make sure it’s after peace comes, so I can be there, okay?”

“Can you not hear me? I’m. Going. To. Die!”

“You have your father’s dramatics. Have you told anyone else yet?”

“Not yet,” said Astrid. “We were looking for Stoick. But I’m glad you’re first to know.”

Valka went and gave Astrid a hug. “It makes me feel like I’m part of the community. Even though it was an accident, I’m happy for you two.”

“Well, if it all goes tits up, then I guess we can go live in your little ice palace,” Hiccup breathed.

Astrid chuckled then, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Alright look, bum arm or no, I’m not going to let Spitelout kill you, okay? Just relax. It’s going to be awkward, but we’ll be okay.” She took his hands and held them. “We are going to be okay, right?”

Hiccup nodded then, feeling slightly guilty for not being happy like she was.

Toothless noodled his way between them then, as if asking why they weren’t pampering him. Of course, they showered him with love and scritches.

—--

Once they returned to the village, they started looking around for Stoick.

“Pst!” Gobber called from the forge, a big grin on his face.

“Oh boy. I bet Fishlegs squealed.” Astrid chuckled as they went to the forge.

Once they crossed the threshold, both Hiccup and Astrid were scooped into a big bear hug. “OH LAD I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU!”

“Had…what…exactly…?” Hiccup grit out from his squashed lungs.

Gobber set them down. “A loophole! I knew you were determined to get Astrid out of this loveless marriage crock! And you did! Good on ya!”

Hiccup looked over to Fishlegs. “You didn’t tell him it was an accident?”

“I did! I mean–I wasn’t going to tell him anything! But then he started grilling me and…you know I don’t work well under pressure!”

“I mean, I figured you’d end up telling Gobber. By the end of the day, I’m sure everyone will know. But Gobber, it really was an accident.”

“Sure, lad.”

“I swear! We went for practice! We even invited Snotlout to help, but—”

“I know, I know. Fishlegs gave me every single detail. So…when Gothi asked you for your vows? And asked if you would take Astrid as your wife, you didn’t think to question it?”

“Well…she kept hitting me…”

“And now you’re married!” Gobber guffawed. “That’s rich! I’m happy for ya lad. I’ll give ya the next two weeks off for the honeymoon too!”

Hiccup blushed as he just hid his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this.”

“Come on, babe,” Astrid nudged him. “We still have parents to talk to.”

“Oooo babe!” Gobber sang. “They already started with the pet names!”

Hiccup just stuck his tongue out at him as they exited the forge.

—-

When they found Stoick, he was surrounded by multiple vikings, and seemed to be in the middle of settling an argument.

“Let’s go tell my folks first,” suggested Astrid. “I don’t think your dad will take it well right now.”

“Agreed.”

So they went to the Hofferson household. Axel would still be at work, but Phlegma was home. When they entered, Phlegma had Astrid’s wedding dress on a dress form, attempting to fix the stitching that Astrid had butchered.

Phlegma looked up to them to greet them, and then frowned. “You eloped.”

Hiccup sputtered. “H-h-h-how did you–?”

“Mothers know these kinds of things.”

Hiccup held back the retort ‘my mom didn’t’.

“You also still have blood on your foreheads.”

Hiccup and Astrid were quick to try and rub it off.

“Well, I suppose you won’t be needing this dress then. Honestly, Astrid. There were other ways to get out of sewing!”

Astrid laughed. “Mom! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“We really did go for practice, but Gothi thought we were eloping…it’s kind of a mess.” Hiccup rubbed the back of his head.

“And don’t get rid of the dress, mom. We’d like to have a proper ceremony later, so I’ll wear it then.”

That seemed to flip Phlegma’s attitude as she ran to them with tears of joy and laughter. “My babies! All grown up!”

Yeah, that felt more appropriate.

They stayed and talked for about an hour, relaying the events as they happened. Then Phlegma turned her attention to packing up Astrid’s belongings.

“You don’t need to pack everything. I’ll be back.”

“Oh but I need to make sure you have anything you need for tonight at least! It’s your wedding night!”

While they both turned red in the face, Hiccup did have other concerns. Would he be allowed to live in that home he built? Spitelout had commissioned it for Astrid AND Snotlout. Perhaps his father could help figure that one out.

As they left the Hofferson house in search for Axel, Hiccup took Astrid’s hand. “Hey, uh…your mom made a good point. Tonight will be our wedding night. If you don’t want to…you know…we don’t have to. I’ll just say…I’m willing to do whatever, and follow your lead.”

She smiled at him then, a tinge of pink on her cheeks. She took on that delicate nature then, that was reserved for him. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “don’t worry, we’ll have fun.”

Goosebumps broke out over his arms and neck as Astrid pulled him away to find her dad.

—-

Axel Hofferson worked at the lumber mill, on the river at the edge of the village. He was no Stoick the Vast, but the man was huge from lifting tree trunks onto the mill.

He locked the blade when they arrived. “Hey kids! Need more wood for the house, Hiccup?” Because that was the reason Hiccup had come here so often in the past.

“I got this,” Astrid told Hiccup. She strutted right up to her father, swallowed, and said crisply. “Dad, Hiccup and I just got married.”

The pleasant customer service smile slowly slipped off of his face. “Pardon?”

“We went up to Gothi’s to practice the ceremony, but she assumed we wanted to elope. So, now we’re married.”

Hiccup was prepared for yelling. But he was not prepared for Axel’s screaming. A raw, primal scream, directed upwards towards the gods. He screamed once, for about 10 seconds, and then again, for about 20.

“What in Odin’s eye patch is going on over here, Axel?” Another worker, Olav, hurried over with an axe in hand. He calmed slightly when he saw the kids. “Oh Hiccup. What did you do?”

“MARRIED!” Axel screamed.

“Who? You two?” Olav pointed at Hiccup and Astrid. “That’s nice. But wasn’t she engaged to Spitelout’s boy?”

“It was an accident.”

“ACCIDENT!” Axel shouted again. He was red in the face and visibly shaking.

“Dad…maybe you should sit down?”

Instead, he scooped them both up into a hug, one in each arm, and started weeping.

“My ribs…will be so bruised…by the end of…the day!” Hiccup wheezed.

After a long while, Axel set them both down. “My beautiful children! This is what I wanted! Astrid couldn’t do better!”

“Dad,” Astrid rolled her eyes.

“I mean it! Sure, you’re a little rough around the edges, but you’re only 16! So much room to grow!”

“Gee…thanks, Mr. Hofferson.”

“Call me dad!” Axel beamed. “Oh I can’t wait to see the look on Spitelout’s face when he hears about this! That’ll teach him to trick me into that stupid bet!”

“Trick?” Asked Astrid.

“More or less,” Axel sighed. He pressed a kiss to Astrid’s hair. “I had been celebrating your upcoming battle with the Nightmare at the Great Hall. I had my fill of mead, but Spitelout kept giving me mugs. You know how he is. Telling me to relax, telling me I was being a killjoy…once I was pretty sloshed, he bet me on the fight. You know the rest.”

“Wait,” asked Hiccup. “Do you actually remember making the bet?”

“Yes, I do. And I say trick, but I should have known better…” Then he smiled again and tugged them to his sides. “But it doesn’t matter anymore! You two are going to be so happy!” He kissed Astrid and gave Hiccup a warm squeeze. “I’ll have to return all those weapons though, shame about that. They were beautiful.”

“Oh, uh, I think you can probably keep them. I made them. I’ll just refund Spitelout.”

“You made them? I thought Gobber did.”

“Nope. Spitelout specifically wanted me to make them.”

“He made my ring too!” Astrid held her hand up for him to see.

‘Oh, that’s lovely, lass. Many a woman would kill for a piece that pretty.”

Astrid beamed.

“And the house…” Axel mused. “You built that too, of course.”

Hiccup nodded. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I built it, yes, but it’s on Spitelout’s property.”

“You could always move it.” Axel smirked.

“Move it? You can do that?”

“Sure! That would really twist the knife, wouldn’t it? Spitelout thinks he can force his nephew into building his son’s house and then keep it when the marriage falls through? All he ends up with is an empty plot with a basement!”

“The basement is all that Snotlout wanted, anyways.” Said Astrid.

“So tell me, how does one get married by accident, anyways?”

So Astrid and Hiccup took turns recounting the ceremony. Axel just beamed and giggled the whole time, absolutely thrilled with the turn of events.

“Just wait until Spitelout gets a load of this!” Axel said, far too enthusiastically.

“Actually, I’d love to wait for Spitelout to hear this. Maybe if I wait long enough, he’ll forget all about the wedding and he won’t punt me into the sun.”

Axel laughed joyfully. “Oh Hiccup, you’re such a joker!”

“I mean, I wasn’t joking.”

“Who’s left to tell?”

“My father, and the Jorgensons. I was hoping to tell dad next so that you and him could be witnesses to my execution.”

Axel clapped his hands eagerly. “Then let’s go find your father!”

“What about work?” Astrid asked, pointing to the sawmill.

“My daughter just got married! To Helheim with work!”

Hiccup just hoped Axel’s joy was universal.

——

Axel, Fishlegs, Astrid, and Hiccup went back into town, looking for Stoick. The poor chief was still involved with a disagreement with some tribesmen. Stoick looked rather annoyed.

“Maybe we should…?” Hiccup began.

“This is more important, son.” Axel urged. “Go on.”

Hiccup took a deep breath and waded into the swamp of Vikings. “Dad? Dad!” He called.

“I know you’re not happy with the gold, but he’s being more than generous. Hiccup! I’m very busy!” Stoick shouted over the bickering.

“I need to talk to you!”

“Can’t it wait?”

“No!”

“Is it about your work with the raids?”

“No!”

“Then just spit it out!”

Hiccup swallowed thickly and blurted, “Astrid and I just got married!”

The arguing settled down as each of the assembled men digested what the boy said. All eyes were on him.

“What did you say?” Stoick asked, almost a whisper.

“You heard right,” Axel said, a smirk on his face.

The other Vikings started whispering then.

“Right,” Stoick cleared his throat and turned back to the group. “Sven, you stored your sail in a poor place, so it’s not unreasonable to believe that Hoffmere would take it, thinking it was garbage. He’s offered you gold to replace it, and I think that’s the fairest deal you’re going to get, since the vermin would have made a nest of it by winter anyway.”

“Aye,” Sven said breathlessly. He was staring at Hiccup, slack jawed.

Stoick turned to Hiccup and Astrid. “Have you had dinner?”

“No sir,” Hiccup said softly.

“Okay. Then let’s go get some dinner. I’ll be done here for the night.”

“But Stoick—“ someone tried to stop him.

“Later. I have some…very very important work to do.” He started towards his house, his hand grabbing Hiccup by the back of his shirt.

“Dad, first I need you to know it was an accident! We went up there to practice, just like you suggested, but Gothi thought we were there to elope! It was all just a big misunderstanding!”

Stoick didn’t say a word as he led all four up the hill to his house.

“And when I tried to get her to fix it, she said she wouldn’t because we made an oath in front of the gods! I swear we didn’t mean to do it! Please believe me!”

“It-it’s true sir!” Fishlegs bravely added. “I saw the whole thing! I was concentrating so hard on making sure that I was interpreting right, I didn’t even notice it was wrong! They even invited Snotlout to practice, but he refused!”

“We thought she was leading us in a mock ceremony,” Astrid continued. “It didn’t seem weird to me.”

Once at the house, Stoick became more gentle. He went to a pot on the hearth, and lifted the lid. “Roast beef with potatoes and carrots. A nice comfort meal for a crazy day. Are you staying for dinner, Axel?”

“Ah, no chief. Thank you for the offer. The wife should have something at home for me.”

“How about you, Fishlegs? This is your mother’s cooking.”

“O-o-oh, no no sir. No thank you! I just came as a witness.”

“Very well.” Stoick nodded as he went to the kitchen area and took out bowls. He was impossible to read.

True to the name, stoic.

“Dad…? Are you…mad?”

“No,” Said the man. Though he chunked off a messed up piece of bread from the loaf with one chop of a meat cleaver. “Just…thinking.”

Astrid and Hiccup were silent as he dished up their dinners and handed it to them.

Finally, he asked, “How much did Spitelout pay you for the weapons and the house?”

“He paid four gold for the weapons and fifty for the house. I kept sixteen for labor.”

Stoick nodded and went to his lock box. “I will pay the difference, if you will refund your gold.”

“I will! And I’ll pay you back!”

“You don’t have to do that, son. I would pay this price in the first place.”

Hiccup went and retrieved the coins he had made from Spitelout.

“Then Spitelout will owe you the dowry,” said Axel. “I paid him half the lumber for that house.”

“We will see what he has to say. I have a feeling negotiations won’t go well. It’s fine and good to pay back materials and wealth, but there’s something else we’ve taken from Spitelout.”

“Trust?” Hiccup winced.

“His dignity.”

Dread laid like a heavy blanket on Hiccup’s shoulders. Spitelout hated being made a fool of. He didn’t take any jokes on his behalf, and slights against him were dealt with severely.

“Are we going over there after dinner?” Hiccup asked, stirring his bowl.

“No. Spitelout will hear of this soon enough. Your little announcement in the town will no doubt spread to the entire tribe by morning. He will come to us.”

“I was afraid of that.”

“And what about you, Axel? You seem rather pleased with this turn of events.”

“With all due respect, Chief, I don’t like Spitelout or his son on good days. It killed me to see that bet fall through. I know it was my fault…but can you imagine how sweet it would have been if Astrid had won?”

“Wait, dad. What were you going to get out of it, if I did win?”

“He was going to pay your dowry, when the time came.”

Hiccup smirked to himself. That would have been sweet.

“Plus, it would have been great to get him to shut up for a while. But don’t beat yourself up over it, lass. You really did give that Nightmare a fair go. Not many warriors would have stayed in that ring after they lost their weapons. You went in with your bare hands! That’s courage unlike any other.”

If only Axel knew that dragons were actually rather tame, and that the Nightmare had ended up apologizing to Astrid. But they’d keep that secret for a while.

Like death itself, a heavy knock came from the door.

“Oh gods…” Hiccup stood and started pacing. He hadn’t touched his food.

“Let’s just see where this goes,” Stoick rose and went to the door.

Spitelout stood like a shadow in the door, and was just a blur as Stoick opened it. He shouldered passed Stoick and thundered across the room. Hiccup gave a high-pitched yelp of pure terror as he was hoisted from the ground by his neck.

“You little shit stain!” Spitelout seethed. “I’m going to crush you like a bug!”

Hiccup could only gasp and claw at the hands on his neck.

Luckily, Axel and Stoick quickly got the situation under control as they pried Hiccup free. Stoick hooked his arms under Spitelout’s to hold him behind his head. “Touch my son like that again, and I won’t hesitate to take away your ability to walk.”

Spitelout growled in anger.

“You okay?” Astrid asked Hiccup, touching his neck.

Hiccup panted while he sat on the floor. “Traumatized, winded, but I think I’m okay.”

Snotlout then ran into the room yelling like a banshee, battleaxe raised and aimed for Hiccup.

“Nononono!” Hiccup shouted.

Again, luckily Axel had much more fighting experience and quickly disarmed Snotlout and pinned him with the weapon. “Calm down, lad.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! That little twerp stole my girl!”

“That ‘little twerp’ is your future chief! And you better remember that!”

Spitelout scoffed. “Oh give me a break! That little pain in the ass? The tribe would rather see the entire village burn to the ground before that nuisance took up chiefdom. And you know it, Stoick!”

“Shut up.”

“I was trying to set up the perfect ruling couple for this tribe! Snotlout and Astrid would have been perfect for Chief and Chieftess! But you refuse to see that this boy of yours is rotten and a mistake! Everything he touches, he ruins!”

“And that’s why you had him make everything for Snotlout’s wedding?” Axel retorted.

“To keep him busy! I was doing the town a favor! Once he lulled everyone into a false sense of security with those eels, I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got someone killed!” He stared daggers at Hiccup. “But instead, he ruined my son’s life.”

“It was an accident,” Astrid bit. “I felt very strongly that you wanted the ceremony to be perfect, so I asked Hiccup to help me practice for it. We went to Gothi’s. She thought we were there to elope, but we didn’t know that until it was too late.”

Spitelout scoffed. “It doesn’t matter if it was on purpose or not. Everything that Hiccup gets involved with gets messed up. He’s a walking disaster. He’s a hazard.”

“He’s your blood,” Stoick reminded, tightening his grip.

“He’s all the worst parts of my sister. The parts that got her killed.”

“You take that back you bastard!” Stoick shouted.

“Dad, let him go.” Hiccup demanded.

“What?”

“I should talk to him, man to man.”

Stoick hesitated, but begrudgingly released Spitelout from his headlock. “Remember my warning.”

Spitelout rubbed his neck, but appraised Hiccup with narrowed eyes. He didn’t speak.

“Here,” Hiccup handed over the bag of coins. “What you paid me for all that work. I had nothing to do with this being an accident. If you really want to be upset with someone, take it up with Gothi, though I don’t recommend it.”

Spitelout took the coin, but still remained quiet.

Hiccup turned to Snotlout. “I know there is much more to be solved here than just what I owe your family. Accident or not, I did break your contract, and for that, I’m sorry. Stealing your bride brings offense and dishonor to your name, and that’s something I have to pay for.”

“Hiccup…” Astrid warned.

“What do I have to do to make this up to you?”

Spitelout continued to stare at Hiccup, as he stood tall.

Well, as tall as he could.

A smarmy grin took over Snotlout’s face. “You wanna make this up to me? Alright then, you can do my chores for two we–”

“A fight.” Spitelout interrupted. “In two weeks. You, Snotlout, no weapons, no armor, just fists. In front of the whole tribe. Then when you lose, everyone will see that you’re not fit to be chief.”

—-

Hiccup sat in his room, which might be the last time he’d be there for a while. Astrid went home to make sure everything she needed was packed.

Spitelout graciously allowed Hiccup and Astrid to live in the home Hiccup built, temporarily, until Hiccup built another home on Stoick’s property. The house had been commissioned for Snotlout, and Spitelout wanted him to live in it. Something about teaching him about responsibility.

When Snotlout heard he’d have to take care of the house by himself, he was less than thrilled, and stormed out.

Fishlegs had sheepishly slunked out at some point, but Hiccup hadn’t remembered when.

Now Axel, Stoick, and Spitelout were talking business. Who owed who what and how much. The conversation was much too quiet for Hiccup to hear, as Spitelout had mostly calmed down. Hiccup figured the man would never be over it, but hopefully once Hiccup figured out how to come to peace with the dragons, Valka would come back and things would be better.

Hiccup had most of his room packed up. He had been throwing out a lot of his work since he had found Toothless, since most of his blueprints and sketches had to do with killing dragons. The work for Toothless’ tail and saddle were at the forge.

So now, most of his room was packed into a large trunk. It was too heavy for him to lift, so he’d need his father’s help. And there was no way he was going downstairs while Spitelout was still there.

He heard the door open and close, and then the house became quiet.

A moment later, Stoick climbed the stairs and stood in the doorway.

“If you’re going to lecture me about how careless I was, or something like that, I already know I messed up and I’m feeling pretty low at the moment.”

“Son,” Stoick said softly, crossing the room to sit by Hiccup’s side. “What Spitelout said is ridiculous and unfounded.”

“No it’s not.” Hiccup shook his head. “Do you remember what you said to me the morning I shot Toothless down? Everytime I walk outside, disaster strikes.”

“That was said in anger, and I’m sorry. You have absolutely proven me wrong.”

“Yeah, because you saw Toothless. You see where my talents lie. The rest of the town sees…the spoiled, lazy heir of the chief weaseling out of Dragon Training because he’s a chicken. Killing dragons is everything to these people…and I’m nothing to them. And this fight with Snotlout will just prove it.”

“Do you think you could win against Snotlout?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Do you think you could bring peace between vikings and dragons?”

Hiccup stopped then, his brow furrowing as he looked up to his dad. “I…I think I can.”

Stoick gripped his shoulder. “Lose this fight, Berk may not recognize you as chief. End the war on dragons, you’ll be the greatest viking that ever lived.”

“I…think you’re exaggerating…”

“I’m not, Hiccup. You will train and fight Snotlout. It will hurt, and you’ll feel awful. But it will all be forgotten. So don’t lose sight of what’s really important here.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know what will cheer you up.” Stoick smirked.

“Yeah?”

“Getting this trunk to your new house so you can start your wedding night!”

“DAD!!”

#httyd #how to train your dragon #fanfiction #no you go first #hiccup haddock #hiccstrid #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #astrid hofferson

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The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 6: 81-90

Using the Power, it was possible to create structures at obscene scales that never would have been feasible with manual or even mechanized labor, and examples of this could be found in most modern cities. There was the Aetherbridge and the colossal towers of the inner city in Old Yru, but I'd also seen the great library of Tem-Aphat, intended to store all the knowledge of the world on parchment, which was 300 stories tall and had the proportions of a pyramid-- They had to pump air into the higher floors so it didn't become hard to breathe. And even in Oreskios, there were the Thyrian Shipyards, which extended almost a mile out into the ocean and even

oh my GAWDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! (takes off shirt that says I <3 BLACK HOLES to reveal a second one underneath that says I <3 MEGASTRUCTURES)

I glanced at her for a moment. Zeno really did seem utterly infatuated with my grandfather's work. It was making me increasingly curious about what exactly their relationship had been.

oooh she fucked that old man

didnt utsu also think that nef fucked that old man. everyone is fucking that old man

Seth made a skeptical look. "I didn't wanna say this back when we came down here the last time, but I don't think I quite get what makes it that big a deal. I mean, if you need all of this - this much space, this much energy, just to make one person physically young - isn't it just a safer version of cloning someone a new body, and transplanting the brain?" He looked to Kam. "That technology has been coming along pretty well recently, hasn't it?"

SETH SWEEP. SO TRUE.

"Ptolema said the same thing earlier," I told him.

"She did?" He hummed worriedly. "Maybe I should think it over again."

you are all so mean to her and you dont respect her and you

to be honest? to be honest. i think ptolema has good intuition and has probably been correct about a few things so far (ESPECIALLY observational things) and you bitchless losers are too far up your own asses to see it. and you all HATE WOMEN

This dialing back the clock on the world stuff Zeno is talking about is juicy. I want to see the Flower cast play Outer Wilds

Is Zeno even sure that time before the collapse as they currently understand it even exists? Is she even awares of how hard the (redacted) worked to (redacted) the (redacted) only to (redacted) a measly (redacted) (redacted)? play outer wilds

I’ve been waiting for a good opportunity to talk about this but I share sooo many of Kam’s thoughts on death and agree that every human life lost is an unfathomable tragedy. But I just hate how irresponsibly she seems to approach it especially with her complete lack of respect towards others' own autonomy to do what they wish with their lives and bodies. I hate prescriptiveness!!! Your ideal is not everyone else's!!!! i suppose that makes her a visionary but i don't care. kam the utter faith you hold in human technological advancement and evolution absent the fear of death is the same strength of faith that people draw from other sources. how dare you ridicule that, even if it seems stupid to you!!!!!

I personally believe that everything ultimately repeats -- or rather, every iteration of something will eventually play out, and things will keep happening over and over and over again. To be honest, it’s not a healthy belief system to hold. But I don’t really hold out hope for an infinite afterlife either. I guess I hope for it? But also how could we as finite beings ever unite with the concept of infinity? We would have to transform into something completely unrecognizable from what we are now to be able to do that. In any circumstance we eventually have to shed what we believe is integral to our senses of self. This is unavoidable no matter what we do, whether that's live forever or die somewhere else or crunch with the universe and reform exactly as ourselves, maybe slightly differently, maybe slightly worse, maybe sometimes we won't even exist at all. But it goes on forever, so does it really matter? In any case, the ephemerality of selfhood is a tragedy inherent to existing, and I don’t know how to reconcile it in my mind. All I know is that I really hate lasts, but I hate the idea of no new beginnings even more.

ohhhhhh the ransu and the cyclical nature of the narrative ohhhh the aftermath of the suicide attempt ohhhh. I think that suicide attempt really hit Ran with the gravity of what she’s been doing to Su's mental state. She also never answered what she and shiko were to each other…

HAMILCAR BLASTING OFF NUKES IN THE BASEMENT IS MAKING ME LOSE ITJSIDUDHHDDHHDHS

it seems a little redundant to have brought some of the students down in retrospect…could that have been intentionally set up?

"Hammy decided he wanted us well done," Fang explained. "Melted this whole weird place, but it looks like you hit the thingy in time." They furrowed their brow. "Is it weird that I always wanna give people cute nicknames right when they're trying to murder me?"

SO TRUEEEEEE JIA FANGGGGG!!!!! LET'S HOLD HANDS AND SKIP

kam is SOOOO funny in life or death situations. she should be put in them more often

The Fang/Kam beef being mutual is hysterical to me. I thought the contempt would be one-sided from Kam but some of these quips from Fang seem VERY pointed. That administrator comment hurt MY feelings

Lowkey this kids book about the fused people sounds like something in Plato’s Symposium — lovers used to be one person and then were separated by the gods for their hubris or some stupid shit, doomed to spend their lives trying to find their other half again. anyway look at this

Ohhh im at an index/glossary. Ok a few things here

Collapse: Shorthand for 'false vacuum collapse', a phenomenon of astrophysics where a lower minimum of energy in the vacuum is suddenly achieved, causing destabilization at a subatomic level which spreads at the speed of light until equilibrium is once again reached. Sometimes called 'decay' instead. Such an event was largely responsible for ending the Imperial Era and almost destroying human civilization, though there were also socioeconomic factors which radically impeded the response.

WHEEEEEEEE I KNEW IT. THE INHERENT HORROR OF COSMOLOGICAL PHYSICS SWEEP. It’s connected to entropy btw! I typed out a whole explanation then spared you of it :)

Also that last line? Those refuged in the tower of asphodel were only ones with the means? the rest of humanity (assuming an interstellar civilization/species, a population potentially numbering into the trillions) just dissolved with the old universe? Oh my god…

Uana immediately caught my attention as the only place that hasn’t banned egomancy. The description of their world is sooooo cool too. can we vacation there

so it’s the pneuma that makes the act of cloning so tricky?? that makes sense. Research surrounding it seems limited too considering pneumancy is banned. Never mind that the brain is such a sophisticated organ to begin with. as they say so much of engineering is merely a cheap imitation of mother natures beautiful gifts (read: refinement on scales of time that will be inaccessible to humans, assuming consistently positive progression of technological advancement, for a long time)

refractor rifles are soooo coollll kudos to Lurinas genius mind for those

Tower of Asphodel: The structure created by the Ironworkers at the end of the Imperial Era to provide refuge to those who could obtain it, and later to act as a foundation for the planes they would create. It is visible in the sky at all times, though it exists only partially as a physical object.

aawwwwwwwuuuu?? why did i think she was ten googolion miles away

Ok character info time!!

Oh my gawddddd i share a blood type with Su! ^_^ come here and touch your open wound to mine

Oh my gawddddd Theo too! ^_^ (doesn’t extend the invite again) whats with the ??? in his description btw. theo chan

HIS LOW CARB DIENTJDJUDDUDUDHDH

ugh resistances were explained earlier but I forget what they mean

teehee. kam is 5’3”

“extra meat, please” ema im gonna go to so so many steakhouses with you and keep you alive forever

Seth is gonna die to his tree nut allergy 😭😭😭😭😭 no 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OPHELIA BLOOD TYPE N/A? N/A???????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN N/A. maybe it’s a religious thing. or bc she’s from a lower plane? is their biology different there?

Ummm but her second pea in the pod’s IS specified at B+? Do they share it across seeds? Why are they collecting blood type info anyway. for the beast?

god it is still so weird that they share a seed. what are the odds. where are the odds. why are the odds

interesting that both the rhunbards have vegetarian-based diets? Wonder if it’s a regional thing

mashallah playboy bardi didnt drink. also forget what I said about the vegetarian diet he just broke the trend

Fang and Ran went to the same university at some point? Saoyu university?

FANG NO CULINARY NOTES!!! I WILL GO TO SO MANY RESTAURANTS WITH YOU AND KEEP YOU ALIVE FOREVER

why is Zeno as a man 6’1. That doesn’t really make sense to me. 5’4 as a GIRL checks out though

Bals culinary note saying no breakfast required confirms to me that he’s a little freak. Even more than the wearing sunglasses indoors. What was that about by the way

Bal has NO QUALIFICATIONS. asked to READ MAGAZINES

these culinary notes are making me crave ‏شوربة عدس. because half of these ppl are old and can’t chew their food

is nobody here a universal donor. that’s so sad (double checks) she’s dead

Oh Ran just confirmed the Plato children’s book thing from earlier!! All of the epic of gilgamesh shit is soaring over my head which is embarrassing because I’m literally Iraqi but I’m glad I caught this one.

I blinked. "It's from mythology?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Or at least, it's the only place I've seen something like this depicted before - a person with double limbs and two heads, I mean." She continued flipping through it as she spoke to me. "It's an Inotian story from late in the Old Kingdoms Era. It goes that originally, there weren't men and women, but just one unified type of human being that were immortal and didn't need to to reproduce. The specifics of it are kinda a mix. Sometimes they were shapeshifters, sometimes-- Well, more like it's depicted here." She gestured to the illustration. "In this version, the king of the gods was afraid of this version of humanity, so he used lightning to split them down the middle. And so everyone spends their life in search of their other half, so they can be complete again."

"Huh," I said. "That's... Conceptually romantic, I guess."

I didn't actually think it was romantic. It just seemed weird.

Yeah it’s a bit weird innit. Anyway can you come and touch your open wound to mine

I wonder if the kid’s book was trying to sell the merger of pneumas as a good thing — two “half people” becoming whole

also realizing the adventure time clip didn’t really make sense without more context. here’s the first page of the passage from my copy of symposium feat. annotations from 18 yo hana

Linos nodded. "We've taken all due precautions. Anna has the lower floor warded, and I've set the defenses in here," he pointed to the refractor rifles mounted on the ceiling which I noted the previous day, "to fire disabling shots should anyone draw a weapon."

is he stupid

Right now su is going on a philosophical walk of what defines a person and I just wanna say I really love what Lurina did with the idea of the pneuma. I always thought of the idea of transferring a consciousness as a kind of nebulous thing that is never truly successful (due to a full lack of understanding of the human brain, the true result is more like a glorified cloning) but having a physical portion of the brain connect to a metaphysical aspect of the self that exists outside the body is soooo clever and sells it for me in a way that nothing else ever has. I almost want it to be real lmao

I would actually read 1k pages of just kam and zeno beefing they’re SO funny. The beginning of chapter 86 has me cryingggg

“Linos bit his tongue. "That's obviously the impression the culprit... Well, Hamilcar, knowing what we do now... Intended to create, but it seemed fruitless to alarm anyone further at the time." He looked between our various faces. "Obviously, there wouldn't be any beasts, 'divine' or not, down there. Just a lot of cement, and a much thicker metal hatch at the terminus.”

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“Ran continued to navigate the golem along its route. The elevator in the research tower wouldn't descend without a human present, so she was forced to have it climb the glass on the exterior wall, which felt like it took a excruciatingly long amount of time, though it was probably only five or so minutes. Eventually, it made it to the floor on which Balthazar had been left behind.

I noticed Fang's attention had perked up significantly.”

I KNEWWWWW IT WAS WEIRD HOW THEY KNEW SO MUCH ABOUT HIM!!! also me whenever bal is mentioned

but how do they know about bal???? how??? they never should have been able to meet him! unless they have loop memories, or they arrived at the sanctuary before we think...but why!!!! why would they conceal something like that!!!

“Ran held my hand tightly, which was good, because it otherwise might've slipped. I stared at the floor, my eyes out of focus.”

RAN IS SOOOO SWEET HOLDING HER HAND (they're all holding hands because of the spell) and Awwwwuuuuuu....Samium deceasaed...why did he refuse treatment. So that the beast could get him?

Ohhhh Susuuuuu….this chapter is so hard to read

““Like, if you break it down," they went on, "it kinda seems like there's been three, right? Putting aside Vijana, who died way earlier, there's been the big spectacle crimes that are obviously meant to come across as supernatural - with Durvasa and Bardiya, I mean - and then two where it comes across more like they were just killed in a totally mundane way... And then what happened with Saci and Yantho, which is somewhere in-between.””

“Not exactly a vast swathe of evidence to assume a pattern from," Kam said flatly. "One could just easily conclude that the killers are simply playing it by ear."

"I mean, yeah, I guess?" Fang fiddled with their bangs, thinking. "But to turn it around, why would you go to so much effort to keep up a narrative for most of the deaths, only to turn around and not bother with two of them at all? It feels like it makes the whole concept pointless."

YES!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I had a theory about that, actually," Kamrusepa chimed up. "Yantho's death, I mean to say. Is it possible that he was some manner of imposter-- Or rather, that his body was being controlled remotely in the same manner as the professor does with his?”

I WASN’T EXPECTING TO AGREE WITH KAM TOO BUT YES!!!!!!!!!

“It's not just that." He held his arms together, looking towards the ground. "Back when we were in the guest house, when I was in that room with Bardiya..." He swallowed. "I didn't want to say it back then, since I was sure it would, ah. Make people think I was even more suspicious. But... When it was happening, when he was being lifted into the air... I thought I saw something behind him. Dragging him up against the barrier."

"Why would you only mention this now?" Kam asked, her tone terse.

"Well-- Because it's impossible. There was no space for anything to be dragging him. It was like a ghost. It was there and it wasn't." He kept looking down, his knuckles tight. "I was sure it was just some trick of the light, since it was so dark. But back when I rushed out in the conference room, I thought I saw it again. In the corner. The same shape..."

"What shape?" Seth asked him.

"The same one you saw in the hall. Or in the story Saci told." He swallowed. "Like a cross between a winged creature, and... I don't know. Some sort of insect."

A bird and a spider.

Start of chapter 89 has more su backstory how funnnn! ^_^ *starts reading* oh no

are these shiko's memories...oh my godddd

wow. that was painful! :) that's so weird, experiencing two memories at once? i can't wrap my brain around it. but god...

#tftbn

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Last night I had a literal dream, of a Dragon Prince AU, set centuries after a nuclear apocalypse.

So in this world, the exile of humans from Xadia is more or less replaced by somone nuking the continent. Fun! There was some sort of magic/dark magic incident, or maybe there’s no magic and it’s all high tech. Either way, something went wrong, and whoops nuclear war.

The ancestors of humans remained out in the wasteland, while the rich and powerful ancestors of elves safely hid in bunkers. Six different types of bunker that would lead to the six types of elf. Either the mild radiation exposure combined with the environment gives them magic, or there’s still no magic and it’s all high tech. Dark magic either works the same way as in canon or is the act of salvaging elf tech and building it into something new.

The dragons are the rulers of the elf bunkers. They’re giant robots I think. To explain their longevity and power. Either way, Harrow, the king of one of the largest human settlements, goes on an insane quest to the Sky bunker zone and kills Avizandium out of revenge. Viran steals a power cell and brings it back, as it’s a power cell and also contains the code of Avizandum’s son. Later on, cue the two sons of King Harrow and a young Moonshadow raider retrieving the ‘egg’ and going on a quest to deliver it to Zubeia.

Characters

Callum: The 16 year old son of King Harrow. He lives in Katolis Base, among the most powerful humans. He looks about the same as he does in the series, but his big notebook has been replaced by a ‘laptop’ of about the same size and shape. It’s the most advanced tech the humans have, runs on salvaged elf power, and it’s a gift from Viren! That’s how it’s waterproof. Viren wanted him as an apprentice, but he has just no skill with tech, so he can’t be an artificer.

Ezran: The 12 year old heir of King Harrow. Also a resident of Katolis Base. Literally the same guy as in canon just aged up slightly. Bait is a radioactive mutant frog.

Rayla: A 17 year old Moonshadow raider. She’s a nomad, living among humans with her band while they scheme and sabotage. Very confident with the sabotage, less so with the direct murder. She looks pretty different. Braided white hair, five fingers on each hand (maybe she lost one pinky in an accident. We can compromise), smaller Moonshadow markings. Her outfit is more high tech looking.

Soren: The 19 year old son of Artificer Viren. He’s training to join the army, and is about the same as in the series. His outfit looks more modern. It isn’t plate armor anymore.

Claudia: The 18 year old daughter of Artificer Viren. She’s in training to be the next Artificer, so she’s great at making and repairing technology. As Artifcers “go mad with power”, they gradually transform themselves into cyborgs. It’s just what they do! Maybe they’re the sane ones and human bodies stink. So thats the equivalent of the white hair.

Locations

Katolis Base: It has mostly the same medival appearance. The world has mostly healed from the apocalypse, but human tech has not recovered to its previous level. There’s streetlights but no cell phones. Led by King Harrow and his High Artificer Viren. I can’t really draw but Harrow looks about the same. Viren is more machine than human at this point, and covers everything with clothing to hide it. Also Katolis is the name of a single city, which is the defacto capital of a large region, to clear up the scale issues of canon. Humans hate elves for being safe in bunkers all these years and not letting them in. Elven raiders also regularly show up and ruin their stuff, which adds to the hatred.

Silvergrove: The current main settlement of Moonshadow Elves. Moonshadow elves are the exception. They remained on the surface when everything blew up, and in the modern day fill all roles interacting with humans. They are traders and diplomats, but mostly raiders. Rayla is a raider. She’s spent probably half of her life in secret among humans, but still looks too uncanny to disguise as one. Runan is a raider. Ethari is a mechanic. Her parents were Sky King Avizandum’s personal guards. When a Moonshadow elf is ‘ghosted’, there’s no magic. It’s just banishment. There’s several thousand Moonshadow elves, but millions of all the other varieties.

Moonshadow: no bunkers. They stayed on the surface “under the moon’s shadow” with high tech to aid them.

Sunfire: underground bunkers in geothermal regions.

Skywing: bunkers in the remote mountains

Earthblood: bunkers like a mile underground

Tidebound: bunkers on the seafloor

Startouch: They all said “Nope!” and went into space. Aaravos is the only one to ever return. They’re probably settled on Mars by now.

I’ll probably never touch this again unless someone is interested. Thank you for reading!

#the dragon prince #dragon prince au #worldbuilding #post apocalypse #fanfic #by me

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🎨 🍵 👽 for both Cass and Isa? :3c

ty for dropping by <3

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

Isa is a woodcarver. She didn't have much time to perfect it while Commander, but having sharp claws does have its non-lethal usage sometimes. She initially took it up as a way to practice coordination and hand movement in her new mythosi body (on her Mom's suggestion and Mother didn't object) and fell in love with it. A lot of her early woodcarving is kept in her rooms in Lapis, some of it is in Sabir's hands and some of it is in Esmerelda and Mom's.

Cass isn't artistic, not in the traditional sense of the word? He knows music, he sketches, but none of that is original or necessarily good. He has a good ear for music and catching rhythm and tones, but that doesn't mean he can replicate them himself. He'd kill to be a musician, though. Music is one of the great passions in his life.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

Isa's the ex-Commander of Plaithus - of course there's rumours about her. Before her discharge, there were rumours she was dating Sabir. Some people thought she sharpened her fangs before battle to make herself extra vicious on the battlefield, though those are undercut by how chill she is outside of it. There were nasty rumours too, but Isa ignored them. After the exile, she was rumoured to be rabid (though that's just kicking someone while they're down type slander) and that she's best kept away from Plaithus because she's off the leash and truly, truly, a wild beast.

In the aftermath of Vestaran civil war, which saw Vasco twisting the tale of Cass' efforts in nation-wide contract to find missing Guild mages and which marked his reappearance in the eyes of the Vestran elite, a lot of rumours came to be. Nobody had any idea why he's Wayfarer Inteus, because there hasn't been a magiani in the family line for generations (and Theo made sure nobody knew who he was after disowning him), so they started speculating that he just stole the surname. Straight up pretended to be an Inteus when he's not. After nearly (accidentally) killing his youngest sibling Aftonio (one of the kids who went missing), there were rumours that he has a hate boner for mages as a whole and is a mage hunter. A good rumour though is that he's Sero's former apprentice, and that one's true, given his sometimes unusual approach to doing contracts, as well as a certain level of fairness he both provides and expects from you. You don't have to like him, he doesn't have to like you, but he thinks both parties need to uphold their end of the bargain.

👽Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

I mean, Isa does look like an urban legend, she has dog-like mannerisms, dog-like claws, sharp fangs, a lot of black hair on a pretty pale skin and white eyes. I think the joke writes itself here

Cass just sticks out wherever he goes, because of his genetics (he'd punch someone if they ask if he dyes his hair) but here I wanna talk about gorgon!Cass (aka his Exile AU) because before the mythosi blood, he looked handsome, yeah, but also a lot more ordinary. Auburn hair, brown eyes. But the blood made his eyes and hair go bright red, he has a split tongue, retractable fangs, talons and before the exile, had green scales on his joints and the sides of his face. True to himself, he refuses to cut his hair and it's very red and very long. Truly, a myth lmao

#wayfarer #the exile #wayfarer mc #the exile mc #cassander inteus #isa audavera #the white wolf #ask game

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How To Be: Eda Clawthorne (in 4e D&D)

In How To Be we’re going to look at a variety of characters from Not D&D and conceptualise how you might go about making a version of that character in the form of D&D that matters on this blog, D&D 4th Edition. Our guidelines are as follows:

This is going to be a brief rundown of ways to make a character that ‘feels’ like the source character

This isn’t meant to be comprehensive or authoritative but as a creative exercise

While not every character can work immediately out of the box, the aim is to make sure they have a character ‘feel’ as soon as possible

The character has to have the ‘feeling’ of the character by at least midway through Heroic

When building characters in 4th Edition it’s worth remembering that there are a lot of different ways to do the same basic thing. This isn’t going to be comprehensive, or even particularly fleshed out, and instead give you some places to start when you want to make something.

Another thing to remember is that 4e characters tend to be more about collected interactions of groups of things – it’s not that you get a build with specific rules about what you have to take, and when, and why, like you’re lockpicking your way through a design in the hopes of getting an overlap eventually. Character building is about packages, not programs, and we’ll talk about some packages and reference them going forwards.

We’ve talked about The Owl House before in this column, and last time it was about the incredibly cool Made Of Love Interest Amity Blight. But that’s not all that The Owl House offers for cool and interesting character inspiration you should totally use as an excuse to get onto the table in your friendly 4th Edition D&D game –

You do have one of those right?

Why are you reading these then?

Spoiler Warning: I’m going to mention things that happen in The Owl House that change the status quo. If you want to avoid that kinda thing, this is your warning!

Into The Owl House

Eda is challenging to pin down because it’s not like she exists in a world where we get a lot of very clear demonstrations of her physical ability to any scale we’d like. Eda complains about being old (in her forties according to the wiki, and like, sure honey), but we don’t see any sign that she struggles to carry modest weights. Her stamina is tied to whatever is funny in most scenes, and she’s deft enough to draw and write fluently with her off-hand.

Personality-wise, I think it’s pretty reasonable to describe Eda as someone clever and varying types of charming. We think she’s great (don’t we?) because she’s cool and funny and capable of deep sweetness, but also she yells at customers and people hate her. On the other other hand she lies a lot and people believe her, all of which suggests that you’re dealing with someone who can have a good or poor charisma, depending on how you want to express it.

(Almost like Gygaxian personality stats are at best a sort of puppet show behind characterisation but the point is what they let you do not how they perfectly map to fiction.)

Except at the same time, when you look at what Eda can do, the answer is ‘witchy stuff.’ As in ‘lots of witchy stuff.’ As in ‘almost anything you can do with magical effects, witchy stuff.’ In a setting with a strictly defineable set of magical schools, Eda skids all around through them and can do almost anything in that space. Note that this is a thing you can represent in-game too! Some characters build to use a lot of the same kinds of magic to maximise a damage type – like when I wrote about being Chandra Nalaar, that’s obviously a character who wants to use fire magic and fire implements. For Eda? She does water and lightning and fire and ice and pretty much everything, which means a build that focuses on a single elemental type isn’t going to capture that Eda feel.

Consider The Scale

What we’re going to need to consider here is the means of managed expectations. As with when I wrote about Harrowhark Nonagesimus, there’s an important difference between how a character works in a story and how that character works in a collaborative play experience. Eda in her story is one of a small number of characters with world-shaping power, while a character in an adventuring party is one of a small group of people grappling with challenges that are always going to have room to scale up around you. The size of the world around Eda is quite small – there’s the Boiling Isles and its mythos. The size of the world around a D&D adventurer is definitionally vast; the game is always capable of setting out more chairs with higher defenses and more hit points.

When you bring a picture of Eda to this kind of story experience, within the context of a controlled game like D&D then, you’re not saying ‘I should be able to fly at level 1 and have access to all these special rules.’ You’re still looking to play a version of the character who fits into the space of the other kinds of characters.

With that in mind, instead of trying to give you a build that can be all of Eda in all of the ways, building on a single central frame that kind of tags all the ways you can be Eda if you want to be. I want to talk about the three distinct eras of Eda (Edras).

Still, there is a unifying detail for Eda: She can do lots of different kinds of magic. To that end, time to grab the spellcasting grab bag player option that is the Ritual Caster feat. Some classes get that for free, and you might be unsurprised to see that’s where my suggestions for an Eda wind up.

Glossary Note: Conventionally, the term used in D&D for this mechanical package is race. This is the typical term, and in most conversations about this game system, the term you’re going to wind up using is race. For backwards compatibility and searchability, I am including this passage here. The term I use for this player option is heritage.

The First Impression

Take Eda.

(Please!)

But okay, take Eda at the start of the series. She sells things from a stall, in a shifty way, she casts spells very freely, and there’s a way of treating magic as something immediately to hand, easily. Eda is a spellcaster, a mage, and she avoids direct confrontation.

Now there is actually a class for witches already. It’s called the witch. And by the witch I mean the wizard. Because the witch class is a wizard variant. It does suffer from a problem common to wizard variants in that it’s worse than just playing a wizard, and that’s kinda a good problem to have because wizards are really, really good.

As a wizard, Ritual Caster, for free. Ding. As a wizard, you’re going to want to maximise your intelligence, and you can build for Constitution and take the Staff Implement mastery to make her tougher, without necessarily trying to build her for ‘strong’ or ‘armoured’ builds. Heritage wise, Deva gives an intelligence bonus and some nice abilities, and an ‘obviously not a normal person’ vibes. Put some stalks on your staff so it looks like a broom and bam! You’re witchy and wonderful, starting at level 1!

The Harpy

But okay, what if the part of Eda you like is the way she looks when she’s a cool harpy monster? It’s not a permanent state – it’s not even a lasting state – but I think it’s a really cool look for a character. Being able to shapeshift into a flying, monstrous form with killer claws and all – well, that stuff doesn’t tend to synergise very well with the spellcaster kinds of builds, but it is something interesting and cool.

See, one of the things I love about Ritual Caster is that any character who does anything can spend their time travelling the world, with that feat, as a ‘spellcaster’ – they collect magical rituals, they can stop and cast magical spells. To almost all character interactions, they are a wizard.

Then the fighting starts and they might do something completely different.

What I want to do for Harpy Eda is to play with that. A character from a defender class, ideally one that can fight without a weapon so the character can just erupt into a monster form. And of course, a Harpy flies so this complicates things a little.

If you want to fly at level one, there’s the Bozak Draconian. If you want to fight with your claws at level 1, as a defender, then you’re going to look at the Knight, and the Werebear. If you want the wizardy things at level 1, you’re going to take the Ritual Caster Feat. This is a package of abilities that sit together pretty nicely, and gets the character to work as quickly as possible. It’s not what I personally think of as ideal: I’d rather take a slower path and be willing to step up to these abilities.

For example, the knight/werebear combo is a little sketchy – sure, you get a reliable marking melee attack, that’s cool! But if you use Hand Axes, or the Monk multiclass feat, you can use your own hands, instead of relying on the shapeshift and the limited theme. If you take the Warden, you can get a bestial shapeshift with more utility and more interesting options. If you don’t mind waiting to fly, and instead have large wings that are only activated once you have an appropriate magic item, then you’re not locked into an option that’s at its strongest and most interesting at level 1.

The Glyph Mage

Finally, hey, remember when Yda loses her magic and has to learn how to do it all over again? And then she loses her arm so if she’s doing magic it’s with the other hand and like, that’s pretty amazing and cool. But in the case of a mage who’s making things, drawing on things, and specifically enacting magical rituals, you’re looking at a character whose magic is defined not by inborn power expressed wholly, but instead, their relationship to making stuff.

Hi there Artificer, what were you doing lurking most obviously and availably.

Look, the Artificer has a small problem. The problem is that they have the best possible power they’re ever going to get at level one. The power Magic Weapon is one of the best powers of its type, and all it requires you do to make it good is stand next to an ally. Stand next to two allies, and it gets even better. Make a character with a pet like the Fey Beast Tamer, and you can position that too and maximise their attacking, possibly by standing next to you and going WEH at things.

The Junk Drawer

Now you might have noticed, astute one, that in this treatment we’ve covered a controller (Eda the Witch), a defender (Eda the Harpy), and a leader (Eda the Glyph Mage). I mean, there’s the sorcerer as an option there, because it’s hard to get more ‘spellcaster who blasts at things,’ but I don’t find that a very satisfying thing for Eda, given its reliance on pure Charisma. But hey, you may think the most defining thing about Eda isn’t being smart, it’s raw, inborn talent.

Look, the Owl House is a great series. The main thing I appreciate it for though is teaching a new generation that Wendie Malick is really hot, and has pretty much always been, even though one of her defining roles in the 1990s was about how she Was Not, In Fact, Hot.

Which was silly.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#How to Be #Dungeons &amp; Dragons #Games

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December

With the year coming to a close I knew I wasn't going to get everything I wanted to finish or even try done, but I still had things I could do of course.

Drawing is the easiest as I can do that anywhere. Both of the ones I did this month took from 15-20hrs start to finish. But something was going to get in my way...

At the beginning of the month I was hit by a car on my walk home from work. I managed to walk home and at the insistence of my husband went to the ER to make sure nothing was broken. Thankfully nothing was, but healing is and will take time. That said I couldn't craft because sitting normally at the table hurt my knee a lot. Even sitting at my desk at the office killed me.

Thanks to a coworker who found a step stool I could elevate my leg with a little bit, I was able at least return to drawing some.

After doing the redo of Luscia in the lake (inspired from a screenshot from LUNAR 2 Eternal Blue) I wanted to reimagine it slightly.

And this is what I came up with. Lus had just stepped into the water before turning her gaze to the moon and this is what Dem sees. I am very proud of this one, especially the scales. That took A LOT of patience.

I have been resting my leg since the accident and I finally deemed it well enough to try and sit at the table for some crafts. I will say sitting with my knee bent for two hours isn't ideal as it became very sore and super stiff. So, if I was gonna craft, I was gonna need to take breaks and the squishy I started was the best way to force breaks since I needed to wait for the paint to dry between layers.

If you guessed I was making Keith's wolf, Kosmo, than you wete correct! I have mad respect for those who do these on the regular, this was not easy. But, for my first try ever I think he came out great and super cute!

And as the year got closer to the end I wanted to draw at least one more pic.

I made a glamour inspired by Bayonetta and just had to draw it. Originally I hated it, things just looked weird, but then I doodled a chibi version (no pic to post. I haven't scanned it) and went back to it and I actually really like it now. I might change a couple shadows, but yeah, I love it.

And as of 11:30pm est, I finished my friend's FFXIV figurine I started a year ago with Nerdecrafter's Not Another Crap Kit.

I had the whole idea of making it look like he was in the middle of the lotus from Scortch. The petals are a little skewed, but I made it work with what I had. The method I had watched didn't work as the tape that the wire was attached to completely cured with the resin instead of being able to be peeled off. When it didn't work after three attempts I decided to freehand a mold and that worked more or less, I still cant quite get them to hold the bendy shape, but for my first attempt I think I did okay.

I'm so proud of myself for actually completing my New Year's resolution. It was fun and I learned a lot. Just because I don't finish something right then on the day I started doesn't mean I never will. Sometimes things just won't work and require more research or an alternative to see it through.

Here's to more art in 2023, whether it be a big project or small, stay creative! 🖤❤

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #elezen #ffxiv rdm #figurine #miqo'te #astrologian #ocs #voltron #vld #Keith's wolf #vld kosmo #Kosmo #squishy #squishy makeover #my art #digital art

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Got in a doodly mood last night, so I sketched a chibi Cassandra (the top) partially as a means to make sense of her design. Also just to clarify the bigger eye was intentional in that one, that’s supposed to be her Penilian eye. Also have no idea of her gun is to scale, idek how I managed to draw that thing at all.

Doodly mood persisted today, so I decided, mostly as a body construction test, to draw Cassandra harrassing Pico (bottom). Because you can’t tell me she doesn’t have a love/hate obsession with him-

Anyways Pico run.

Also, not sure how well I portrayed it, but she is supposed to be leaning down to more his level. Cuz I do headcanon her to be taller than him. Doesn’t really look great but too late now.

Also yes that is their eyeballs abover the actual drawing, more of a headcanon/study of their eyeshapes. Though maybe I should have made ‘Sandra’s a bit rounder to reference her Penilian form, but at the time I was focused on making it look more sharper and meaner and edgier.

Maybe I’ll find that balance one day.

#Fanart #My Art #sketch #cassandra pico's school #pico pico's school #Pico's School CW #NewGrounds CW #I've been noticing I've had a bit of writer's block so #I might focus a bit more on arting for a bit-#Guns CW

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edenmemes · 3 years

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skyward sword sentence starters

more to be added !

❝ you promised to meet me before it starts, remember? ❞ ❝ you seem pretty...relaxed about the whole thing. ❞ ❝ is something wrong? what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ sometimes i just don’t know what’s going on in your head. ❞ ❝ i'm not like you. i fail at everything i try. ❞ ❝ a shrimpy boy like you hardly looks the part of a hero. ❞ ❝ swatting a few monsters will be no trouble for you. ❞ ❝ run and play this time. get in my way again, though, and you’re dead. ❞ ❝ don’t even pretend that was an accident! ❞ ❝ do you doubt these eyes? i look upon your shirt and i see a single thread loose on your sleeve stitching. ❞ ❝ this is no place for one such as you. and yet here you stand. ❞ ❝ i need to vent all this unhealthy anger, and your agony is such a great stress reliever. ❞ ❝ remember what we discussed. restrain yourself. focus on the task at hand. ❞ ❝ do my words anger you? do my words sting? let them. ❞ ❝ you don’t come by here just to see me, do you? ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? you just made a face like you wanted to say something. ❞ ❝ oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel out of having to practice. ❞ ❝ i guess it’s not all bad. at least i’m getting paid. ❞ ❝ there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about.... ❞ ❝ would you wake up, straighten up, and grow a backbone already? ❞ ❝ nice try, but you’re not fooling me. ❞ ❝ i...i have to go. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ folks were always cheering me on like it was a parade. but as you know, time passes. ❞ ❝ you keep some very strange company, friend. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s safe yet...i’m going to stay here awhile longer. ❞ ❝ oh no. you’ve done it now! there’s no escaping this one! ❞ ❝ so, what now? are you going to cry? ❞ ❝ i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am for pulling you into all of this. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you? just look at what you’ve done! ❞ ❝ what we’ve seen here today defies explanation. ❞ ❝ you put up more of a fight than i would have thought possible out of such a soft person. ❞ ❝ did you really just draw your sword? foolish. ❞ ❝ should you heed the call of destiny, i don’t know what dangers you may have to face. ❞ ❝ i can’t help being such a coward...i’m really sorry. ❞ ❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞ ❝ you do your people proud. ❞ ❝ how long do we have to live in constant fear? ❞ ❝ i'll just beat you within an inch of your life! ❞ ❝ dawn is drawing near. it has been a long night for the both of us, hasn’t it? ❞ ❝ you were limp and unconscious. i feared the worst. ❞ ❝ what do you think you’re doing sneaking out with that? ❞ ❝ such a beautiful day, but we’re too busy to enjoy it. some things never change. ❞ ❝ i guess you’ll never learn unless you run into trouble one day. ❞ ❝ look at my face. if that’s your idea of a joke, i’m not laughing. ❞ ❝ you appeared to be relishing that snooze, so i declined to wake you. ❞ ❝ huh? oh, uh, nothing. really, i was, uh...talking to myself. ❞ ❝ you’re looking a little pale... ❞ ❝ i imagine you and i will cross paths again. until then, do not lower your guard. ❞ ❝ you certainly are persistent... ❞ ❝ all that may be well intentioned and true, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. ❞ ❝ i’m prepared to pay the price for what i’ve done. ❞ ❝ i had no idea we were fated to carry such a heavy destiny. ❞ ❝ i need your strength to tip the scales in our favor. ❞ ❝ all this training, and no results! ❞ ❝ all i’ve hears so far is a bunch of babbling about destiny, but that’s a load of garbage. ❞ ❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞ ❝ what in the world just happened? did you use some kind of magic? ❞ ❝ please, see it through and prove the legends true. ❞ ❝ i was happy just spending my days hanging around with you. i wanted that feeling to last forever. ❞ ❝ you are vital to a mission of great importance. ❞ ❝ the chances of that happening are just about less than zero. ❞ ❝ i hate to break it to you, but today’s the day i bust up this adorable little fantasyland you’re living in. ❞ ❝ this is a war, and the fate of the land hangs in the balance. ❞ ❝ i know you, and you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ you’re messing with me. say it again, i dare you. ❞ ❝ you float through life with your head in the clouds. ❞ ❝ i don’t do charity for wimps. ❞ ❝ what’s this...? what is it that my eyes behold? ❞ ❝ don’t even think about it! are we clear? ❞ ❝ the point is your work here is done. i got it covered from here. ❞ ❝ my eyes foresee a hazardous, thorny road ahead for you... ❞ ❝ you...this is your fault, you know. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with thoughts of you. ❞ ❝ i have a serious dilemma on my mind right now, and you’re distracting me. ❞ ❝ i’ll make you proud. you’ll see! ❞ ❝ feels dangerous. something could jump out at us at any moment. ❞ ❝ we’re talking about a tale that’s been passed down over a lot of years, so i wouldn’t put much stock in it. ❞ ❝ i have the right to experience an unfettered and passionate love, don’t i? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you, it gives even a big guy like me the creeps. ❞ ❝ oh...how can i get you to notice me? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling nothing i can say will talk you out of it. ❞ ❝ my love for you is wider than the horizon and deeper than the clouds. ❞ ❝ trust my piercing eyes...listen to my pure and innocent voice. ❞ ❝ i feel so excited, so cheerful, so full of life. ❞ ❝ i sense a silent power dwelling somewhere in your frame. ❞ ❝ this turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. ❞ ❝ there’s no doubting it. the gears of fate have begun to turn. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i was lost in thought there for a moment. ❞ ❝ don’t men open doors for a lady anymore? how long am i supposed to stand here waiting for a little chivalry? ❞ ❝ i hate even saying this, but i guess you got it all figured out. ❞ ❝ you must not push yourself. you’re still recovering. ❞ ❝ you think you’re pretty suave, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i know you’re in a hurry, so i really appreciate you taking the time to help. ❞ ❝ i saw it, but i was able to escape by the seat of my pants. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? furious! outraged! sick with anger! ❞ ❝ you’re really something else. i could never imagine myself doing what you’re about to do. ❞ ❝ i must aid you in fulfilling the great destiny that is your burden to carry. ❞ ❝ i should have believed you...i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ lately, when i think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, i get short of breath, and i feel all dizzy... ❞ ❝ you should know better than that to fret about me. ❞ ❝ thanks for jumping in there to rescue me. ❞ ❝ hey, hold on there! what are you trying to pull all of a sudden? ❞ ❝ your face cries out in earnest wonder, and that cry is: ‘what’s this?!’ ❞ ❝ i promise up front not to murder you. ❞ ❝ you...didn’t hear any of that, did you? there’s no way you heard, right? ❞ ❝ i tell you, all sorts of weird things are going on lately. ❞ ❝ calamitous visions appear before me... ❞ ❝ you...make me so happy...i think i’m going to keel over... ❞ ❝ i wanted you to be the first to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine a more fitting color for you. it’s as though you were born to wear it. ❞ ❝ i bet you can’t even decide what to have for lunch on your own, huh? ❞ ❝ amazing, right? wrong! it is beyond amazing! ❞ ❝ it can’t be easy for you, can it? ❞ ❝ you’ll see in time that you have your own role to play in all this. ❞ ❝ trust in fate to guide your feet. ❞ ❝ i bet you’re here just to check me out, right? ❞ ❝ i just hope nothing has happened. i’m worried sick thinking about it. ❞ ❝ whoa...you’re kind of imploding my mind right now. ❞ ❝ if you wanna live again one day, you should head for home. ❞ ❝ you have a great journey before you, and those clothes...they don’t look up to the task. ❞ ❝ did you manage to get even a wink of sleep last night? ❞ ❝ ever heard of banging your knuckles against the door? it’s called knocking. ❞ ❝ so, uh...yeah. just how long have you been standing there? ❞ ❝ honestly, it’s almost as though you become a completely different person when you worry about me. ❞ ❝ you showing up here must mean we’re connected somehow. like fate. ❞ ❝ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, i’m feeling a little frustrated, and right now i just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ what’s with you? leave me alone if you don’t want anything. ❞ ❝ hearing that is such a...huge weight off my mind. ❞ ❝ though your journey will put you in harms way, you must endure. ❞ ❝ i'm just deadweight. what kinda use is that to anyone... ❞ ❝ seriously, what is that thing over there?! ❞ ❝ before i say another word, i feel like i owe you an apology. ❞ ❝ during your long journey, you’ve grown so much. ❞ ❝ from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i could tell you had a gentle and generous heart. ❞ ❝ oh dear...i don’t know what’s come over me all of a sudden... ❞ ❝ you don’t appear to have any serious injuries. for that much we can be grateful. ❞ ❝ i can see into those dopey eyes of yours. ❞ ❝ i can finally smile and laugh again! thank you ever so much. ❞ ❝ i think i might of broke something. ❞ ❝ is that it? i thought it was going to put up more of a fight. ❞ ❝ i thought we were goners this time. sort of glad i was wrong about that. ❞ ❝ what? i don’t seem like my usual self? ❞ ❝ this place needs a name. a name fitting for this rugged, adventurous wilderness. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking? you scared a year off my life! ❞ ❝ care to explain just what you meant by ‘our special moment alone’? ❞ ❝ my advice? work hard and wish with all your heart. ❞ ❝ say, you look all flustered. ❞ ❝ i fear we can’t dwell on our success. ❞ ❝ the world is bursting with undiscovered surprises, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly mr/mrs.perfect either, are you? ❞ ❝ this is easily as scary as i thought it would be. ❞ ❝ i swear this neighborhood’s getting crummier every day. ❞ ❝ you ain’t as dumb as you look. ❞ ❝ i was going to ask if you wanted me to take care of you forever... ❞ ❝ i need to learn how to keep these delirious dreams in check. ❞ ❝ maybe you should forget about everything that happened here tonight. ❞ ❝ can you imagine a more gruesome fate? ❞ ❝ there are more monsters about than before, so be careful. ❞ ❝ human desire is an insatiable, fearsome thing. ❞ ❝ i sense an evil presence on the other side of this door. ❞ ❝ you understand, don’t you? i’m not wrong about this, am i? ❞ ❝ i never wanted to lay eyes on you again. ❞ ❝ i would have gotten discouraged if you hadn’t come by to cheer me on. you gave me motivation. ❞ ❝ who do you think you are, getting involved in my business like that? ❞ ❝ i just wish there was more i could do for you... ❞ ❝ i don’t even understand how you could make such a wild accusation! ❞ ❝ it was at that moment i finally realized. i realized that...i love you. ❞ ❝ make sure you come home every now and then. nothing like a good sleep in your own bed. ❞ ❝ you’d better not keep me waiting. ❞ ❝ make sure you put your heart into it! i won’t stand for anything but your best. ❞ ❝ how could you be swayed by the temptation of material gain? do you have no honor? ❞ ❝ you really want to hear about all my troubles? that’s kind of you. ❞ ❝ you...weren’t supposed to see that whole spectacle. how embarrassing... ❞ ❝ you have only succeeded in buying us a little more time. ❞ ❝ watch it! that’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your life! ❞ ❝ you look like you need to get something off your chest. ❞ ❝ know that all the questions you have now will be answered in time. ❞ ❝ there is nothing natural about these tremors. ❞ ❝ you might just be the person i need! you seem pretty good with the ladies. ❞ ❝ it’s great to hear you’re so confident in me. ❞ ❝ ideal love is unfettered and passionate. anything less than that can’t really be called love at all. ❞ ❝ you're incessant buzzing around my head like some irksome gadfly when i’m this busy is...making me very disagreeable. ❞ ❝ you may not have noticed, but i’m trying to hide here. could you please scoot along? ❞ ❝ you'd better keep your eyes to yourself, if you know what i mean. ❞ ❝ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❞ ❝ you...you came to see me! i’m so happy. ❞ ❝ your job is simple! you make sure none of these monsters lays a claw on me. not...one...claw. ❞ ❝ now is not the time to be picky about who will help you. ❞ ❝ watch carefully while i demonstrate what a real hero looks like. ❞ ❝ you are something else! there is nothing you cannot do. ❞ ❝ if you think about how often we meet, you have to admit that our relationship has gone beyond friendship, you know? ❞ ❝ i’ll make the affair so excruciating, you’ll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i was right, then. there is something special about you. ❞ ❝ i should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead i was...soft. ❞ ❝ ha-ha! you didn’t see that coming, did you? ❞ ❝ you really are a snake in the grass. ❞ ❝ you are indeed worthy of being called a hero. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ ❝ i can’t hide anything from you, can i? ❞ ❝ the longer i train, the more i realize i’ll never measure up to you. ❞ ❝ whoa...you took out every last one of them. ❞ ❝ i know how bad this must look to you right now, but i assure you i mean no harm. ❞ ❝ it’s all very strange, but i doubt there’s much of a connection between these things. ❞ ❝ you're a weird one, climbing all the way up here. ❞ ❝ don’t cry --- it’s perfectly, mostly safe! ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by that thread of fate. destined to fight. ❞ ❝ meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood. ❞ ❝ i do not wish to dwell on what may have happened if you hadn’t been here. ❞ ❝ you have awakened a wrath that will burn for eons! ❞ ❝ you really like those fantasy stories, eh? ❞ ❝ there is one teensy, tiny thing i lack...namely, mercy. ❞ ❝ i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time. ❞ ❝ i might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal. ❞ ❝ since i know i can be honest with you, i’ll admit i got a little sulky. it was frowns all around. ❞ ❝ i see you’re still among the living. ❞ ❝ i saw them dragging you off unconscious, so i tailed them. ❞ ❝ i want you to visit me at my house tonight. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to say a word. i can see how you feel by the spark in your eye. ❞ ❝ you’ll see. i’ll be as tough as you in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not like ‘oh, hey, that person’s back! i’m so happy!’ or anything like that... ❞ ❝ whoa...that’s some really terrible handwriting. ❞ ❝ i would very much like it if you would go out with me. ❞ ❝ truly? you choose me? ❞ ❝ i swear to you, whatever it takes, i will drag you into an eternity of torment. ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by a thread of fate. ❞ ❝ i’ll watch over you, protecting you from afar. ❞ ❝ until then, we’ll keep our love secret. ❞ ❝ this news has just filled my heart with rainbows! ❞ ❝ this place seems strangely familiar... ❞ ❝ don’t you gotta take care of your own business first? ❞ ❝ they’re not going to do anything nice if they catch you. ❞ ❝ it’s not humane to tease someone this bored. ❞ ❝ i’m not some sideshow for you to gawk at. ❞ ❝ it’s weird to say out loud, but that’s just how i feel right now. ❞ ❝ you can’t break me with interrogation. you’ll never make me talk. ❞ ❝ word is there’s a huge treasure hidden in these here ruins... ❞ ❝ what? that’s not weird to say! ❞ ❝ ...i understand your true feelings. better than you know. ❞ ❝ all the fairytales that we heard growing up...they appear all too real. ❞ ❝ do i look sad? no, i’m doing what i want to do! ❞ ❝ i don’t know what came over me! i had no clue i had the talent to make something like this. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here in the open with no way to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ you do have the tendency to cause trouble for those you ‘help’. ❞ ❝ as far as i’m concerned, i got nothing but time. ❞ ❝ don’t you play coy with me. i know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun? ❞ ❝ so you really think a sob story like that is going to work on me? what a joke. ❞ ❝ i’d take pleasure in punishing you, but i have no time for recreation. ❞ ❝ sorry to leave you on your own, but you look like you can handle it. ❞ ❝ remember --- it’s a secret to everybody. ❞ ❝ it isn’t as action packed as what you’re doing, but maybe this is my destiny. ❞ ❝ don’t you just love the way it smells down here? ❞ ❝ defending the land...it’s my purpose, i think. it’s why i’m here. ❞ ❝ what do i know...you might just surprise me. ❞ ❝ fibber! you’re a fibbity fibber! ❞ ❝ you needn’t even say it. i can tell from the look of sheer astonishment on your face. ❞ ❝ you have had this destiny thrust upon you without warning... or choice, for that matter. ❞ ❝ don’t do anything heroic and get yourself caught. ❞ ❝ ...you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞ ❝ you know, i really worry about you. it’s a weakness of mine. ❞ ❝ try not to get in the way of my shots, ok? ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept a wink in...ahhh...i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❞ ❝ you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met. ❞ ❝ i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know of the weight on my heart. ❞ ❝ i have a reputation to protect, you know. ❞ ❝ listen closely. do you hear that? ❞

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Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him. But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

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