[fidelitcs-blog1]

      no amount of medals or commendation can withstand your tempest of doubt. you’re       the son of the sky and yet you clip your wings before they can even find wind. this is       how you grow now, beyond the shadow of your own and the safety of your pack. alone.                                                 art credit. | written by derrick

[fidelitcs-blog1]

      no amount of medals or commendation can withstand your tempest of doubt. you’re       the son of the sky and yet you clip your wings before they can even find wind. this is       how you grow now, beyond the shadow of your own and the safety of your pack. alone.                                                 art credit. | written by derrick

[fidelitcs-blog1]

      no amount of medals or commendation can withstand your tempest of doubt. you’re       the son of the sky and yet you clip your wings before they can even find wind. this is       how you grow now, beyond the shadow of your own and the safety of your pack. alone.                                                 art credit. | written by derrick

[wnq-writers]

Things will weigh you down, but only if you let them. But I get it, it is hard to pretend that a boulder is a feather. It is hard to pretend that something difficult is easy. So I’ll just pretend that I’m strong, until I am.

freefallingbodies  (via wnq-writers)

[dpcphotography]

[queenelinor]

All this dragon knowledge, right at our fingertips! {x}

[wordsnquotes]

I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed  (via wordsnquotes)

[queenelinor]

Not again! Toothless, it’s now or never! {x}

[uselessreptiilearchive-blog]

     ❛  There were great, grim, sky dragons that nested on the cliff tops like gigantic scary birds. Little, brown, scuttly dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge Sea Dragons that were TWENTY TIMES as big as the Big Blue Whale and who killed for the fun of it.

          You will have to take my word for it, for the dragons are DISAPPEARING so fast they may soon become EXTINCT.  Nobody knows what is happening. They are crawling back into the sea from whence they came, leaving not a bone, not a fang, in the earth for the men of the future to remember them by. So, in order that these amazing creatures should not be forgotten, I will tell this true story from my childhood.

       I was not the sort of boy who could train a dragon with a mere lifting of an eyebrow. I was not a natural at the Heroism business. I had to work at it. 

This is the story of becoming a  Hero  THE HARD WAY.  ❜

                       IND. HIGHLY SEL. HICCUP HADDOCK. WRITTEN BY MAK.

[mytamakomysookee]

[wordsnquotes]

Be patient; be brave. You’ll get better.

Rick Riordan, The Hiiden Oracle (via wordsnquotes)

[i-have-serious-brainfreeze]

even though it’s summer I drew some autumn Hiccups (animated badly with an iPad)

[byrdr-blog]

matnadr:

                      THE FEELING OF   someone else’s hands on her wrists is almost  uncomfortable ,  and if she had been sober ,  perhaps a quicker reaction would have been a  punch to the mouth .  but she’s inebriated ,  way beyond  what she’s used to .  head turns to see her fiance ,  the  love of her life  beside her ,  and expression contorts from  panic  about the  broken bottle  to  panic  about her  wedding tomorrow .  mumbling stops as eyes stare at him ,  open mouthed and almost ready to  CRY .  her vision is captivated by him ,  barely noticing as he  strips  her hands of the collected pieces of ceramic shards and places them  gently  away from her reach .  

all she can think of is  HIM ,  of how she’d be a terrible match for hiccup ,  how he could do  so much better .  she doesn’t let her mind wander back to days at the edge ,  when there almost  was  someone else in his life ,  when she almost  let there be  someone else .  having his mother around was also a  nerve racking  experience ,  though she’d never say it aloud ,  not even drunk .  she almost wants to tell hiccup  EVERYTHING  she’s felt since berk’s battle with drago ,  but there’s a  hesitation  in her mind as she rethinks how it would come out :  as much as i love your mother ,  i miss the confidence your dad had in our relationship .  how shitty is that ?  so she keeps it to herself for now ,  besides ,  he hasn’t even asked her what happened yet .  he’s just trying to stop the  BLEEDING .

maybe that’s the  best  course of action right now ,  to  listen  to hiccup .  he wasn’t  desperately grasping  at invisible straws as she was at the moment and that was definitely a plus in that column .  she feels his hands pull her towards  him ,  and astrid complies ,  leaning in towards him and giving him  FREE REIGN  of the open cuts on her hands and knees .  he Isn’t wrong ,  she decides as the blood starts to easily fall from her knees and shins .  her  eyes  don’t leave  his face  as she watches him begin to inspect .  chest constricting ,  astrid finds it harder and harder to breath normally , taking in  deep breaths  as she thinks about what an  IDIOT  she must look like right now : eyes brimming with tears ,  cuts and bruises lining her body where his hands had previously touched smooth verglas-like skin ,  drunker than gobber had been at their  ENGAGEMENT  celebration .  the feeling of regret hits her hard ,  and she hiccups quietly to herself .  ❝  i’m sorry …  ❞

A knife in his side crawls under his skin, twisting at almost every second that passes by. Maybe it was the blood - or even the booze, that shakes his frame with an ache that almost shakes his confidence. It wasn’t too long ago that he was revelling in the knowledge that she said yes to him; the present was a stark contrast. Becoming lost in the euphoric elation of the future he saw submerged his foresight for error. Hiccup had become ENAMORED in the future he saw over the horizon, too enamored he realizes. His hold on her becomes a little tighter, a little firmer - because he couldn’t ignore the look on her face. An unexplainable shame trickles in his mossy gaze, a shame he embraces on that spot. As much as the apology’s lack of context confused him, a part of him could manifestly understand it. She didn’t need to say it, it felt like something he needed to have said instead. I’m sorry. A slight gristly hand comes up to gently turn her face, stemming from a uncertainty that she had been injured elsewhere. A portion of him wanted to stay preoccupied in the moment, Gods why was he such a COWARD now? Sorry. Hiccup pulls the closest thing he could think of and the legs of a chair unpleasantly scrapes the wooden floor. He tiptoes around his words as if the floor of his own mind was canopied in shards. A feeble attempt tumbles from his crooked lips, ‘ Astrid ... ‘ What should he say? Abruptly, he acts like he forgets what he was saying and retreats.

Unwritten words and soft spoken sentences dance on his slightly parted lips, mocking him for his cowardice in his vulnerabilities. Hiccup loved her, so why was it so hard to ask her what was wrong? This ill timed event instigates his fears of not being good enough, not being a suitable partner. But that couldn’t be it - could it? Of course it wasn’t, he saw the way she looked at him and knew how he looked at her. YET       Life revolved around his self worth, egotistic - of course. This perpetual theme of being good enough for someone or something would always be a part of his human condition, even now. Sheep woven cloth from the table is gently pressed against one of the gashes as his own knees press against the alcohol stained floorboards. His eyes come up to look at her appearance, wishing he could answer his own doubts without having to ask. He couldn’t - he wouldn’t. To hear it from her was more important than his selfish reassurances. Hiccup was HERE and it was where he would be for as long as she needed him to be. ‘ What for ... ? We can fix this, just try to relax and hold this cloth on your knee, okay? ‘ 

[grimmpiitch-blog]

Baz felt a slight weight lift from his chest when the other mentioned Watford. Okay, so he wasn’t a Normal. Unless some other magician was telling Normals about magic, and Watford, he thought that was safe to assume.

He still couldn’t wrap his brain around the fact that the other had tamed a dark creature. Sure, dragons didn’t attack unless someone prompted them, but they were still dangerous. One wrong move and he could be a pile of ashes. Not that the other needed to know.

He could cast a spell. His mind went back to when he cast a whole nursery rhyme on a dragon, sending it home safely so Snow couldn’t kill it. He felt so powerful when Snow gave him his power. To borrow. To use. It was easy casting it with his help. Unfortunately, there would be no more of that.

❝ I am. Or rather was since I recently graduated from Watford. I still live here, though. My mother was headmaster. ❞

Bringing up his mother was always a good idea. If people were old enough to know her when she still ran the school, it usually gave Baz an advantage, usually with his teachers. Everyone who knew her missed her.

[byrdr-blog]

     Headmaster. Assumption had him convinced that it was a position of high power and a figure who wasn’t entirely present, so he chooses his words with careful understanding. Fixation towards his companion became apparent, which made him shortly wonder if dragons were even remotely considered common in this world.      Fingers thread through the messy mop atop his head; a proper introduction would suit him well. He humbly beams and cues to himself -  ‘ I’m Hiccup and this guy is Toothless. ‘ and shortly at the inquisitive looking dragon. The palm slides to the back of his neck nervously,       ’ We don’t know anyone at Watford to be honest. But it’s a ... very interesting place to      uh be at. ‘      Interesting? What could he call it? Phenomenons? Magic felt right on his tongue, but even a person like him found it hard to believe. Don’t talk too much. All of the fresh information mentally overpowers him as he falls flat in the conversation. Well here was the kicker.      ‘ Is this a town or (maybe) a school? ‘

[archivedbyheaven]

Dear People I have Threads with;

[arielshepard]

Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you. 

[byrdr-blog]

Sorry for the lack of activity! I’ve had final projects coming up and I want to make sure I finish them all - so I really haven’t had much of the time to reply to threads. I don’t take tests at the college I go to because my tests are all the projects I produce, I’m very picky. It’ll be like this for the coming week or so. I apologize.

[meltesh28]

kiiinda rly warming up to cat toothless for modern au 

gonna do more!! probably