The Token Ging

Just trying to vibe my good dude.

[mx-dragon-faye]

Hiccup and Dagur forming the sons of chiefs with a parent who abandoned them in circumstances originally out of their control but after the incident itself they could have chosen to come home to their children if they really wanted to, they just apparently didn’t want to club.

[antiqueginger]

We’re forgetting that Oswald was trapped on Vanaheim by the Sentinels. He couldn't leave.

[collynmalkin]

Honey and Burning Nettle Chapter 13

Chapter 13, Vow of Silence, is available for your reading pleasure! Co-authored with @antiqueginger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70928986/chapters/228263596

Snotlout trailed Hiccup through the trees and maintained a careful distance along his winding path. Even when Snotlout lost sight of him, he could still follow the trail of disturbed earth. It wasn't until they reached Raven's Point that he lost sight of Hiccup. Even then, Snotlout was able to find the boy’s poorly disguised trail and follow the muddy prints and broken twigs to a rocky cliff face. Snotlout was proud to say he never once felt intimidated or scared of the sheer drop into a cove, but he was also focused on the steps leading away from the drop back into the forest.

What was he doing all the way out here? What could possibly be driving him to be in that part of the forest? Only idiots went all the way out to Raven’s Point. Maybe he was helping Jack harvest some kind of plant? Or maybe he was just building something too crazy to keep in the village. But to take it so far out…

[antiqueginger]

Tumble, you’ll block artists tasteful nudes but I will see full penis in an add??? Bro

[lesbiansforboromir]

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

[lesbiansforboromir]

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Sometimes "rarepair" means "you are literally the only person who posts about this on tumblr dot com" and you have to learn to be okay with that.

[sycamorality]

op disabled reblogs but i really wanted this post on my blog again

[collynmalkin]

Honey and Burning Nettle Chapter 12

I know what you're thinking- "didn't we already post chapter 12?" Yes. Then when we were going back through our story for unrelated reasons, we gave it a major facelift.

Project co-opted with @antiqueginger

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[antiqueginger]

You know its a good slow burn when you piss yourself off.

[collynmalkin]

Honey and Burning Nettle-Prologue

We ended up ironing out some continuity errors to the prologue, go ahead and give it a read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70928986/chapters/184437596

[collynmalkin]

Honey and Burning Nettle-Chapter 12

I've been co-writing a story with @antiqueginger, and we finally remembered we have Tumblr accounts to advertise on! Honey and Burning Nettle is a HiJack story where Jack grew up on Berk and became Gothi's apprentice. Here's the link, as well as the first few paragraphs of the chapter!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70928986/chapters/226159471

Toothless watched with an unimpressed gaze as Hiccup paced the cove. He wasn’t here with the Healer or the other one tonight. The Terrible Terror that had latched onto the Healer was here, though, much to Toothless’ annoyance. He dropped his head in his paws while the boy wore a path in the sand. It wasn’t unusual to see him by himself, but it was unusual to see him so…

“-And then Fishlegs just turned around and said, ‘You know he likes you, right?’” He spun around and gestured to Toothless. “I mean, how do I even respond to that?!”

That.

[chronicallyinsane-fandombitch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is a wonderful Hijack au! Lovely way of introducing Jack into the httyd world! They also have a very concise way of showing the passage of time!

Their partner made this one-

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Their fic takes the very concept of time and Norse mythology into account! The way of writing if poetically wonderful and easy to follow. Also has quite a way of writing riddles from the Gods that really set me thinking!

Both are wonderful fics with their own unique points of plot! Suggest everyone take a read!

[antiqueginger]

My love for you strains my sanity.

My yearning for you boils my blood. My agony, without you is boundless. Despite at all, one sip of you and I’m drunk. One hit and I fly. You are so bad for me that my soul withers. I see the decay and rot filling my home in your absence. I toe the line of dependence and fixation but all that matters is that I can hear your laugh. Allow me the privilege of seeing your eyes. Gift me the anger that stirs my temper, the ache of toxicity turned sweet. Sweetness is a taste flavored by time and doctors. Effort of overly fluffed pillows and tear stains on a strangers upholstery.

I am but a weak and simple soul.

I am weak for you and all that you do. You’re my principality, my divine designation. I bow at the altar of your feet and worship the temple of your body. No matter the flaws you see, the crack in the walls you perceive, in my eyes you are beautiful. I see your grand arches and the lovingly painted tiles. I see your murals and architecture of a bygone age in the midst of struggle. I hear your revival sing in the streets. I will scream with you. Hear us cry, “I’m still here!” Your walls were once a fortress, but like the palaces of old, they no longer protect. In a home of peace they serve instead as decoration. Your filagree records your history. Your spires display all you’ve acquired. Look at how you’ve grown. Will you allow me to expand with you? Will you infect me in your light and we’ll find our delight in the over grown mazes? It’s been taken with thorns and steals our blood as payment to progress but I will be your guide. I will mend your wounds. Together we’ll never fail even when we fall. The trail whispers our names, and what music they make, but instead I have a request.

Instead of my name, may I ask you to call me mine.

[frostbitefanatic]

So now that we are married.....I will call you mine, my beloved.

[antiqueginger]

[herssian]

online numbers can really fuck you up when it comes to your creative work because you're sharing something you worked on with all your heart but it's very important to remember there's actual people behind those numbers. even if it's 1. that's one whole actual person. that's a human being who said "haha nice". that's a connection with a REAL person with a REAL life and REAL thoughts and feelings and experiences. like. damn. that should mean something

[thedustyleaves]

Viggo Grimborn, but what if he looked like his voice actor...

I haven't watched the show (yet), but I’ve seen a few clips here and there, and while Viggo’s character seems super interesting, his design is just… I’m sorry, but I can’t stop seeing a Lego man 😭

[antiqueginger]

I just cleared my ask box from spam and i think i might have deleted an actual ask 😭 fucking rip i guess

[thebibliosphere]

Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for