BRANDED

Selective, Private, Independent

[queenelinor]

[hiccups]

eret and stormfly - enemies to friends {x}

[queenelinor]

[hiccups]

eret’s realization {x}

requested by cheese-buns-of-steel

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

[hiccups]

Eret warns the Vikings

[deceptive-fox]

Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[vulpyx]

i forgot i hadnt posted this here!! eret son of eret is such an underrated fav of mine, i love him

[brandcd]

     so! I’ve officially seen httyd 3, and while I’ll be doing my best not to spoil anything for anyone, I have added a vague verse for Eret that references the end of the third film, so -- avoid his verses page, if you haven’t seen it yet!

     I’ll be working on some headcanons & general maintenance stuff, today -- filling the queue, and emptying the old (like....two years old.....) memes from my inbox that I simply never got to. 

     In the meantime, I would LOVE to plot a thread or something with any of my mutual followers! If we follow one another, feel free to leap into my inbox, my IM’s, or what-have-you! We can trade discords, if you’ve got one, & get right into it! ♡

     I’ll be throwing up some easy memes to kick off interaction, as well -- but I warn y’all now, it’s so much easier for me to build answers around stuff that’s been discussed! 

    Happy monday, y’all -- can’t wait to get this place goin’ again! ovo/

[brandcd]

                                        FORGET EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE                                                      — START OVER

[snarr]

            ‘ — I’M GLAD you’re sticking around. ’   she rocks her weight onto her hip, nudging him playfully. flaxen brows are arched, a warm little smile tugging at an otherwise exhausted mouth.     ‘ — STORMFLY IS too. thought i’d have to tell her she lost her favourite new toy. ’     /   @brandcd

[brandcd]

     There was much to be done to finish rebuilding things on Berk, and Eret wanted to do as much of it as he could. He had to repay them somehow, for their kindness. Had to prove himself, he thought, to those of them who distrusted him -- and rightfully so. Working in groups to build houses ended up in more arguments than were probably necessary, though; so he had left, sequestering himself near the docks, and working on his own.

    He hadn’t expected the bump of her hip -- had been distracted, his thick hands working deftly to weave rough strands into thick, braided rope. He had noticed her approach, of course ;; he was the finest trapper alive, after all, and he had the senses to go with the title -- but still somehow he had not expected the blonde woman to hit him.       Really, though, he should have. 

     Though jostled, he grinned shortly after, catching the rope as it fumbled in his fingers. It took him one unsteady moment to make the decision ( a heartbeat, spent wringing the unfinished rope in his hands ) before he twisted his hip and bumped it into her in return, letting loose a laugh that seemed to have more energy than he really possessed. 

     “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint STORMFLY.” He said, glancing back down to knot the ends of the strands together. With a flick of his wrist he cast it toward the sizable coil that looped at his feet, clapping his hands together. Clearing his throat, he rested his fists upon his hips, glancing down at Astrid with one brow arched obnoxiously, his grin as lopsided as his eyebrows. The familiar, boasting mask was one he’d worn forever, and he slipped easily into it now as he gestured toward the rest of the village.  

    “Not to mention, this place could use someone like me, sticking around.”

       ( he wished he believed that half as much as he sounded like he did )

[brandcd]

    look at this perfect face oh my God

[brandcd]

     so is there a masterlist for the httyd fandom, or do I need to make one?      because I can definitely make one, if that’d help anyone other than just me      lmao. whether or not it’d be exclusively this fandom kinda depends on how       many people would use it, i guess... anyhow. i’m off to search for one, to find      more blogs to follow -- catch me in IMs if you wanna plot anything!

[brandcd]

The chief didn't need to warn the other of anything anymore. He just kept talking as he slowly pulled his face just a bit closer and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek to at least make him stop talking. "You worry too much. It'll be alright. I promise."

     He worried too much, or so Hiccup claimed; but perhaps, the chief simply didn’t worry enough. Eret didn’t doubt that plenty weighed upon his mind, and that he worried plenty – but perhaps, about the wrong things, at the wrong times. Perhaps, he thought, with a twinge of guilt, he didn’t understand enough to be worried, yet. 

     Yet, despite the anxiety that crawled through his ribcage, sticking and squirming like running tar, he did not pull himself away from Hiccup’s attentions. He leaned into the press of his lips and canted his face toward him, the tip of his broad nose dragging almost clumsily across one freckled cheek. The scent of the sea - of ash, dragons, mead, and smoke - filled his lungs in one shaking breath, and with a curse upon his lips, he buried his face against his chief’s shoulder. They were smaller than his, less broad, less muscled – but no less strong, he thought to himself, as they supported the weight of his clumsy fears. 

     He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to still the trembling that had overtaken him, small tremors that shook his great scarred hands. Hands that clung to the armour and cloth that coated Hiccup’s smaller form, seeking solace in the promise of defense that it all offered. Hiccup was protected, and so too was he protection – as much as he was a fool, for thinking it would be alright. Alright only ever lasted so long, and safety…     oh, safety was so easily shattered. 

     Eret swallowed hard against a lump in his throat, scraping his cheek along Hiccup’s neck and pressing his lips against his pulse. It beat hard against his mouth, and he tried to convince himself of Hiccup’s words in the sensation of it’s echo upon his skin. It would be alright. He worried too much. He promised – promised –

     But Berk was not all that plagued Eret with fear. In fact, the opinions of the vikings weighed rather light upon his mind, compared to deeper terrors that were hooked into his heart.

     Drago had been defeated once – chased away in shame, and left weak in the face of Hiccup’s own strength. Yet, it was not the only time that the tyrant had been seemingly bested. He had lost a village - his arm - everything, and still he had risen to become a master of dragons and men. He was gone, for now… but when he returned, the acceptance of the village would be the least of Eret’s worries, wouldn’t it?

     He had to believe Hiccup, he told himself. That things would be alright, on the island – because if they weren’t, and Drago returned… well.     Eret knew, if that happened, nothing would be alright ever again – and even Hiccup’s promises, soothing though they were in some regards, could do nothing to change that.    Could they?

    He realized, dimly, that he was still tangling Hiccup into an embrace that was entirely inappropriate; and, slowly, began to untangle his own clumsy limbs from Hiccup’s far more elegant form. He whispered something out -- perhaps it was an apology, but it was too quiet to hear -- and dragged his hands through his hair, pulling sharply at the roots as he balled his hands into fists. Then, with a sigh -- he let it go.

     Hiccup had defeated Drago once before. He had guided Eret to safety, accepted him, given him a home, and his trust... and if he couldn’t believe in all of that... what else did he have?      He knew the answer before the question was even finished. Nothing. He had nothing left, without it. Berk and Hiccup and Heather and the dragons -- they’d become his entire world, replacing the one that had crashed down around his ears so long ago. He owed it to them, to all of them, to try to deny the fears that PARALYZED him with terror. To believe it when they made promises -- and to trust that they could follow those promises through. 

    “Thank you.” He finally tried again, louder this time, as he pulled away. His head was still ducked in shame, and he curled his fingers into his scar -- but he spoke at full volume, as he steadied his breath. “You’re... you’re right. Everything... will be fine.”    Because he wasn’t alone. He had so many people beside him... and together, they would make each other safe.       He promised.

[astridthefearless]

Meet Eret’s village

[vespattilia]

Riders and their Dragons💕

[brandcd]

    wow i really deadass gave eret linkin park lyrics for tags didn’t i     i am literally that meme about that guy cutting all the sleeves off     his shirts without anyone to tell him not to. who is in charge of me      i am The Worst™

    IN OTHER NEWS, tho -- I am here, I am lurking, and I will nuke     from orbit the first person to spoil the new movie for me so bear     that in mind as I change my tags to something less crack-y lmao

[brandcd]

    when will dreamworks show my son in a preview i am waiting and i am dying