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mightynope replied to your post “ss..,.starter,,”
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i have created a rules page ! of note: this is a sideblog, so any follows will come from stucanje.
BIG HEART EYES EMOJIS to @chieftn for making me a really pretty icon!!!!
while my hiccup is a mixup of book and movie influences, i think that. astrid is going to be primarily movie based here... primarily because... she’s not in the books, and also i am unoriginal and have little energy to imagine her in a book flavoured universe,,
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“toothless -- TOOTHLESS--”
it doesn’t take much -- or maybe it takes everything. takes him turning away, and huffing, and snorting, and throwing her off his back for days on end, and throwing herself off his back for just as long, and feeling twelve degrees short of complete hopelessness -- maybe it takes everything, but this is the last straw, the yarn unraveling, the push off the edge.
astrid twists on her heel and raises her chin to the sky and screams a scream to rival a night fury’s own.
when she turns back, her eyes are furious and bright and feral and burning.
“is this a JOKE to you?”
there’s no axe in her hands but that doesn’t mean she’s weaponless; her words spit from her throat, rough and acidic: a changewing in human skin. her fingers flex around an imaginary throat, ball into fists: at the word joke, she slings them to the ground, bolas with no targets in sight.
“is this.” her lungs are heaving. astrid takes a starting, shuffling step forward. the stare she gives him is electric -- is scalding -- is wide-eyed and unflinching. “a GAME? to you?”