Eli ¡!

La vida es un ciclo d "it's so over we're so back"

[sattbowie]

Kaim wakes up with his hair in one of those days when it's a complete mess and impossible to style. Kaim spends the whole day fighting with his hair, and Fishlegs goes to see why he's taking so long to get breakfast, seeing Kaim struggling with his hair. Fishlegs asks if he could braid Kaim's hair

Fishlegs is incredibly careful braiding Kaim's hair. It's so relaxing that Kaim ends up falling asleep, and after that day it becomes a silent routine between them

[sattbowie]

My cat is actually Snotlout

He always wants to be the center of attention, he complains about not wanting affection and then begs for it, and when he receives affection he complains again about receiving affection, and we're stuck in this endless, never-ending war

[grillmasterxbbq]

waters so amazing because you can drink it really sloppy style and like spill it all over yourself and it doesnt even leave a stain. you dont even have to wash it out/ . because its already washed

[worldbuilding-tomfoolery]

yet another massive w for water, the greatest fluid in the universe

[katzi123]

Hiccup

[trashboatprince]

Relistening to the audio books reminds me that Hiccup is easily exhausted with the adults in his life.

[sattbowie]

Feral!Snotlout raised by Monstrous Nightmares meeting Eret. 👀👀 I'm laughing thinking about it tbh - @translout

Okay, a strange, wild man and hunter meeting!

I initially thought of drawing it, but my creativity led me to write it (I sorry for my English and any errors; I didn't have time to correct them)

"I can feel it: today is our lucky day!" Eret, the leader of the dragon hunters, exclaimed excitedly as he finished disembarking from the ship onto the newly discovered island.

"Are you sure.. there are dragons here?" one of the men asked, sounding unconvinced by Eret’s words. "We’ve been going from island to island for hours without catching a single dragon. Dontcha think it’s time to maybe head back and tell Drago we didn't find any?"

Eret felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of that name, but he quickly composed himself, ready to retort against the stupidity of such a suicidal idea, a sound drifted out from the forest.

Everyone froze instantly; it was a growl (or perhaps something akin to a scream) unlike anything they had ever heard before.

Eret didn't care; if it was a new type of dragon, it might please Drago even more. So, while his men were still debating whether it had been a dragon or merely some strange forest beast, Eret was already venturing into the woods, sword drawn, with an arrogant smirk, he moved cautiously, scanning the forest shadows to locate the creature that had made the sound.

"Come on... you can't hide for long." The sound of snapping branches behind him made Eret’s smile widen; the hunter turned toward the noise, readying his sword to take down the dragon.

Drago always wanted the dragons alive, but Eret wasn't foolish enough to enter the woods with a potential dragon on the loose unarmed. As he drew closer to the sound amidst the tree shadows, he felt the strange sensation of a piercing gaze watching him. Eret stared back into the forest, searching for the source of that feeling, until he finally spotted something glinting in the shadows. The moment their eyes met, the hunter’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a look of confused bewilderment as he lowered his sword, unable to believe what he was seeing. "What-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the "dragon" knocked him to the ground in a surprise attack.

The creature–actually a man.–had pounced on Eret like a wild animal and was now straddling him, snarling right in his face while pinning him down with his body weight. All Eret could do was blink, trying to make sense of the situation; the strange man above him kept staring down with blindingly blue eyes, baring his teeth mere inches from Eret’s face. In that position, the hunter could feel the other man’s breath against his skin, and their noses brushed together a few times.

Eret struggled with all his might to break free from the stranger's weight; once he finally managed to shove the man off, he scrambled to his feet, bracing for a fight. After all, what the hell was another man doing in the woods, attacking him for absolutely no reason?

Eret then turned his attention to the stranger: a mass of hair covered nearly half his face, and his clothes looked improvised or stolen from some merchant, none of the garments seemed to go together, as if each had been taken from a different person. His attire was torn in several places, but what likely left Eret most confused and intrigued was the fact that the man was kneeling on the ground with his hands pressed against the earth, a posture that made it seem as though Eret were facing a small dragon rather than another human being.

It was bizarre; the stranger stared at Eret without saying a word, emitting only snarls and grunts. Eret had no idea what was happening, nor did he know why he was so curious about the strange little man before him.

"What the hell are you?" Eret started to ask, stepping toward the young man again, but after just one step, the man bared his teeth and let out an even louder growl (if that were even possible) His eyes shifted from Eret to the sword in his hand; it took the hunter a moment to grasp the meaning, but he eventually realized and slowly dropped the weapon to the ground. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I didn't come here to fight, whatever kind of person you might be, okay?" Eret waited in silence for a response, but there was nothing… just absolute silence, devoid of the growls and noises from before. After getting no reply, Eret gave it some thought and decided to test a theory. "Do you happen to understand what I'm saying?" Once again, there was no verbal answer, but he did receive a nod.

"Right, look, I don't have time to deal with whatever this shit is; I've got a real dragon to ca’ch." Eret turned to grab the sword he’d left on the ground, only to find it simply gone. "What the hell!?" He barely had time to react before a growl..

A real dragon's growl sounded right behind him.

The last thing he saw before the tail of a Monstrous Nightmare slammed him into a tree, knocking him unconscious on impact. was the stranger standing before him again, dragon at his side; then, Eret’s eyes rolled back as the throbbing pain in his back and head took over.

"Why take so long to kill him?" Hookfang growled at his little brother, looking with utter disdain at the human he had just flung against the tree.

Snotlout shouted back, but then his gaze shifted to the hunter's unconscious form, and he felt something strange in his chest. He approached slowly, ignoring Hookfang’s clear disapproval.

The dragon didn't like the idea and wanted his brother to keep a safer distance from the potential threat. Snotlout paid little heed and decided to investigate who Eret was. While absentmindedly fiddling with the layers of hide, which didn't seem to belong to Eret himself, but rather to another creature. Snotlout’s fingers brushed against an exposed patch of Eret’s chest. Eret let out a low grunt at the sudden touch but remained unconscious.

Driven by curiosity, Snotlout let his fingers touch the skin again; it was different from the scales his nest-mates had. He noticed something even stranger: a mark on the hunter’s skin, a mark he was certain he had seen before on other dragons, dead dragons. It appeared to be a fresh scar; much of the skin was still a vivid red, and it looked painful.

When Snotlout lightly touched the mark on the man (who had previously only been muttering but now wore a pained expression with tense shoulders) he pulled his fingers away as if burned by fire. Snotlout leaned in again, this time until his nose brushed against the unconscious man's cheek; he sniffed, trying to detect anything amiss, but all he could smell was the strong scent of sea salt, though there was something else mixed in, something Snotlout couldn't quite decipher. He would have continued his investigation if not for Hookfang, who was rapidly losing patience with his little brother’s curiosity (which rivaled that of a meddlesome Terrible Terror hatchling) Snotlout was about to complain about Hookfang’s impatience when the sound of footsteps echoed from across the forest, followed by the arrival of voices, so many voices that Snotlout scrambled back into a defensive stance, his hands and fingernails digging into the grass. Hookfang went on alert too, but he reacted faster than Snotlout; without hesitation or gentleness, he grabbed his brother’s small body with his hind legs and took off into the treetops, staying out of sight of any intruders in the woods. Snotlout thrashed and snarled curses at the Monstrous Nightmare, who simply snorted smoke in his face, clearly not caring one bit about his complaints.

Meanwhile, Eret finally woke up after being found by his team of trappers; his head ached, but he could remember what had happened. However, he had no time to dwell on the past, he had dragons to deliver to Drago and wasn't about to return empty-handed again, so he left the forest to continue his hunt on another island.

[ribb0ntear]

Fast doodles of my ocs and snortlort

[faeriiiii1i1i]

Re-reading ‘How to speak dragonese’ as one should 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[c0wardlyle0]

Hiccup doodles I did while testing out my new Apple Pencil !!

It was genuinely such a hassle to get a new one don’t even get me started…

[starryarchitect]

Do you ever stop and think about how small Hiccup was?

Like, think about it from the perspective of Furious. You're this ancient, agonized creature. You loved a human once, but you've outlived your love for him, by so many aeons that you can barely even remember what he looked like—all you remember is his name and that you did love him. But not anymore. Because you've lived so long and been in chains so long and stewed in your rage so long that you're too broken to feel anything soft anymore. All you can do is rage and rampage and shape the world with your fury, and you have enormous impact because you have exactly that much power. You're so powerful and majestic that even the most terrifying dragons cower before the uncontrollable wildfire of your hate. You are ultimate, and everyone knows. You're this massive creature, older than time, who's seen centuries of abuse and pain and loneliness and grief and born it all, understood it all, you're the size and age of a mountain, you are grand and great and terrible, you're colossal, gargantuan, you're cosmic—

And you have to reckon with this tiny newborn child. This little infant who can't comprehend what you've lived through and can't comprehend how long you've lasted and what you've lasted through. He's microscopic compared to your size and age and wisdom, he's so tiny and insignificant and young and foolish that he should have no impact on you whatsoever, you should be able to crush him under your feet, he should be as significant as an insect, as dangerous as a mouse, as powerful as a mote of dust, because he knows nothing and he's seen nothing and he is nothing—

But this tiny little human being that only just entered the world, so small and young and meaningless you shouldn't even know his name, has the capacity to tear apart your entire universe.

And there is nothing you can do to stop him.

[sunb33n]

They're hiding

[wickedcriminal]

Doomsday Days 6 and 7: Stain and Protect!

I'm combining the remaining days into pairs so I can get them out in time!! Stain is Hiccup the Second, and Protect is Furious

[toxicitytea]

Tag game I guess:

Moots, what would I most be remembered for after I die? 0_0

@magg0tjuice @warri0r0fthemind @eaterofdust @depressedtoasterwhoshigh @duoatomica

[eaterofdust]

Krogan, probably

@sattbowie @faeriiiii1i1i @mitzymossy33

[faeriiiii1i1i]

Snotlout torture

@ivory-the-angelwolf @neutrondivergent and whoever else wants to join ig

[memeufacturing-deactivated20161]

me *surrounded by stuffed animals*: i think i need more stuffed animals

[translout]

Snotlout and Hiccup don't talk about it.

They don't talk about the days where the migraines hit. The days where Snotlout just goes to his cousin, and curls up in pain.

They don't talk about how muffled everything is to Snotlout, or how Hiccup's stump aches more sometimes for more than just the phantom pain from the Red Death.

They don't talk about the lightning scars all over Snotlout's body. How Hiccup has faint ones that are harder to see.

The way Snotlout rubs his hands sometimes when they ache, especially where the small lightning scars on them are.

The first time Eret really notices it, it's because Astrid sighs, and says Snotlout stayed with them for the night, and I never knew it was that bad.

What was that bad?

So he watched closer, the next time he saw Snotlout.

He saw the small frown, the focus of his line of sight being Valka's mouth, and when it's bathing day, he sees the scars on Snotlout.

He doesn't know those kinds of scars.

He asks calmly, if it was a dragon fight or something, because he learned about the fight with Krogan and Viggo and all.

Snotlout, back to him, doesn't respond.

Interesting.

He asks Hiccup, later, who sighs, and says they both were hit by lighting - a handful of times for Hiccup now, but far more for Snotlout, at this point. Explains he (Hiccup) has it a bit easier, but Snotlout has lasting pain, and can't hear well - that everyone thought he was being a pest on purpose, but he genuinely never heard the directions and such.

When it gets bad, I help him, since his parents don't.

"Wait, how many times has he been struck?"

"It was 12 times, back when we were fifteen, I think. Honestly, I kind of lost count by the time we were seventeen."

What the entire fuck.

(He always makes to face Snotlout when talking to him, after. Snotlout is confused.)

[beardedmrbean]

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.

[cookingwithroxy]

I want you to understand this. I NEED you to understand this. My mother read me the hobbit as bedtime story, and I started pushing myself to read before pre-school so I could in fact read the hobbit for myself instead of having to wait for bedtime.

I didn't do so right away but jesus wept I PUSHED myself to learn to read SPECIFICALLY so I could read The Hobbit! It is, in fact, a children's story! And children only see page count as 'there is a lot of this fun story to read!'

[hunter-rodrigez]

Like... come on man, 310 pages isn't even what I would've considered a particularly long book as a kid.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I don't understand why they're freaked out by book length. A kid can read one 300-page book or six 50-page books and it's the same amount of reading. Scholastic's bread and butter has traditionally been long, LONG series of relatively short children's books; it's known that bookworm kids like to read a lot. Nobody blinks an eye at a kid reading all sixty-ish Animorphs books or a bookshelf's worth of Goosebumps or The Babysitter's Club. But if the pages are stuck together into thicker books then suddenly that's difficult for a kid? 300 pages isn't even all that big for children's fantasy.

[todaysbird]

I wanted to use what ‘reach’ I may have here to share the Carolina Wildlife Center’s urgent plea for donations. If they are unable to raise $75,000 to cover ongoing and future care of their wildlife patients, the center will have to close July 20th, 2026. The services provided by CWC to the community are incredibly valuable, and without them, many wild animals will suffer without the care they need.

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