she/her. I draw and write for fun. I have all of the problems. Look out for challenges! Asks always open! Pretty much a HTTYD blog but I am a multi-fandom blogger at heart! #eatmilksart #eatmilksthoughts #eatmilksasks
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Gonna do my most recent ones that I havent posted anything on yet!
OMG OMGOMGO MDFGOMDFOGMDFOMG I love this so so much!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just amazing!!!!!! I LOVE the colors, and you got the scene so perfectly!!! AAAAAAa
THANK YOU THANK YOU!! Im so glad you enjoyed the ficcc!!!
steam repeatedly notifying you that a friend is booting up a game thats clearly not cooperating feels like ur sitting inside and someone outside keeps trying to rev up a lawnmower
being late getting into a piece of media or joining a ‘dead’ fandom is not that bad actually cause even if it seems like the party is over there will always be people still celebrating and the decoration is still up and there’s a piece of cake reserved especially for you in the fridge you just have to come and enjoy it.
Got here as fast as I could when I saw Star Wars Vigcup. May I ask about that one? Also, These Four Walls piqued my curiosity for sure!
oooohooo so since I shared a bit about the star wars one already here, ill give you an excerpt!
As for These Four Walls, Ill share another excerpt, but essentially it is a darker fic about Hiccup being kidnapped and waking up in a pitch black room, where he stays for a long, long time (to him, at least)
Then, one day, the door opens, and he is greeted by Viggo. >:P
It is a longer fic, im hoping to be around 10 chapters? It is pretty dark with emphasis on manipulation. I wanted to go a bit darker and really explore the psychological impact of isolation, especially on someone as headstrong as Hiccup!
TW for isolation, mention of rats, and physical injury.
Transcription:
Vigcup Starwars:
A thunderous expression tightened under an ornate black mask, green eyes reflecting dying galaxies through a thin visor. The ship hummed gently around him, fans and lights buzzing as they flickered. The linoleum under his feet shifted slightly.
“Come now, dear. That expression doesn’t suit you.”
The voice sounded far too close for comfort, billowing through the dead space as if a mere few inches away from his ear, yet distant. Not even a footstep sounded, only the slight billowing of fabric in the thin air flow as the man who spoke approached, as if he were a ghost.
Hiccup was not so naive as to see such a display as disarming, his body tensing at the far-too-familiar voice—one that haunted him and his people. Hiccup’s hand hovered closer to his side, tapping gently at the weapon tucked away on his belt.
“Last I checked, you can’t see my face.”
Hiccup could hear the laugh in his tone, the smirk as the man tutted behind him.
“One doesn’t need to see your face to see your thundering disposition. Here I thought it was quite the happy occasion, a wonderful opportunity.” The voice, deep like honey and as dangerous as poison whispered, bouncing off the walls with an eerie power, inhuman and chilling despite the humored lilt in his tone. “Instead, I get the pleasure of finding a great Mandalorian Armorer brooding alone as they once again make trouble for their great Empire.”
Hiccup grimaced. “We both know it is not our Empire. And we aren’t friends, Viggo.”
These Four Walls:
Time didn’t matter anymore.
The soft click-click-click of the water droplets from the ceiling were patched long ago by some unseen force, and with it, the lights too were snatched away.
Only Hiccup, four walls, the wooden ground, and silence.
Silence-it was an odd sound. Truly, not entirely silent, no, no. No such thing could happen without the god’s intervention. Last he checked, men brought him here, smelling of smoke and ale. The last sounds of laughter and metal before his tomb was sealed, and alongside it, the noise.
No, the sound of silence here-it was in the way his ears constantly rung. The sound of his pants slowly dragging on the floor, tattered and worn. The sound of his fingers tapping and the way his spine seemed to crack when he moved, rocking back and forth to a melody that rang only for the dead to enjoy.
No sound could be trusted. Not the breathing, not the slight creaks and whines around him. Not the whispering that hummed delicately in his ear, an unseen mouth whispering incoherent lullabies.
The floor rocked gently underneath him once more, the sound eerily similar to a rat scurrying along the floor. If he thought about it, his skin would crawl. Who’s to say there wasn’t one in here, after all? A thousand?
For all he knows, they could be crawling around his body, tearing holes through his skin that had long gone numb. He could hear their feet. He could hear their screams.
And he could hear nothing at all.
He didn’t know how long he had been in the darkness, nor much of how he got into this predicament in the first place. Escape-well, that wasn’t even a concept in his mind anymore, a far off dream at most.
This-the darkness, the warmth of the abyss-that was all he knew now, ever since he was locked in here. He knew there were four walls. No door. No way out. Enough air to breathe meant some hole, but without light and only his fingertips to guide him and no foot to stand, there was no chance of finding it. He knew he used to smell-urine and desperation and blood clinging to him like a second skin, but smell became a thing of the past. Meals were delivered through unknown means erratically, neutralizing any chance of truly forming an idea of the passage of time.
He stopped screaming for help when his voice gave out and his ears bled.
His fingers were numb, his throat torn. He didn’t know if his eyes were open or closed, nor if his heart truly beat or if it was another hallucination. His nails-what was left of them after he raked them into the floorboards, desperate to feel something, were throbbing gently as he tapped them rhythmically on the floor.
So that one is an au based after the formation of the Galactic Empire, about Mandalorian Hiccup Haddock and Inquisitor Viggo!
Im planning on it being a short fic, but I honestly might add more to the universe later because it is just such a fun one to explore, but essentially Hiccup's clan was almost entirely wiped out during the Great Purge of Mandalore, and he and a small group formed a colony elsewhere, fighting against the Empire and hiding in the shadows.
Viggo is sent after the remnant to annihilate them since they continue to interfere with the Empire, only to find himself oddly obsessed with Hiccup. :P
Oooo for the WIP Game can I ask more about the Rumi/Jinu one? 👀
Apparently I haven't touched this document in 4 months! What?!
Ahem, anyway...
I would definitely say this is smut that's pretty much porn without plot, but also delves very deep into the characters. I'm writing it that Rumi has never had sex before or done anything sexual with anyone else. This is incredibly new to her.
It's definitely hero/villain and enemies to lovers! Like, she's wondering why she's doing this with the enemy, hating herself for it, but also not... Her sword gets involved...
So, it's not just smut, but a pretty deep character study. Granted, lots of smut usually is a character study, whether the author knows and/or intends it that way or not.
I have been thinking about these two lately! I need to give the movie another watch soon!
Ive been doing ok! Insanely busy, but actually better than I have in a while!
Im almost completely moved out, and being away from my family is helping my mental state a lot. I am greatly looking forwards to more free time when I finish everything and this month ends (I am going to a convention at the end of the month on top of everything oof) and everything settles down...at least im expecting it to.
I am a biiiit turbulent because there has been a ton of major life decisions thrust upon me as of late, but I am chugging along and hoping for things to work out! I think things are gonna get better soon, and its all for the best. Heres to hoping!
Viggo has heard about it happening, about a shipwreck's worth of sailors being turned to merpeople after a tragic sinking. He imagines his brother being turned into one of those creatures and dragging him below the waves to finalize his revenge.
So sorry, i'm still a broken hand with tumblr system.
As I wrote in comment of your challenge ask : Httyd (characters of your Choice (and if you don't have Idea, Gobber and Hiccup forging something....Experimental)) with Donjon de Naheulbeuk comics/BD of Marion Poinsot style. First random idea coming in mind as i tried this challenge too. Very funny to Experiment have fun. ;)
