Feathers be ruffling

Just me blabbin' and stuff about anything I'm interested in.

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following my sudden realization, I think we as a collective should let the Links be weird more, both on their own and with each other

Like, let Hyrule and Time and Four just yap to each other in old fae languages. Warriors and Wind bonding over nightmares from blood on their hands in a way most of the others don’t quite get. Sky accidentally absorbing Hyrule’s lighting spells and having to convince everyone he’s fine. Just funny and weird bits between them all, yknow?

little read more for the tidbits people like to yell about

Four and Wind bonding as some of the younger members and Four having to go to Hyrule and Wild about their feelings for the sailor. The lot of them bonding as the ones most in tune with their feelings and knowing they’re a little odd

Four and Legend bonding over their deeper connection to themselves(the Colors being something together and Legend with his triforce heroes era; I like to imagine the three colors there kinda just bonded and accepted it pretty quickly)

Hyrule trusting Wild or Legend to keep him in a bottle in fairy form because sometimes it’s nice to be safe from the world

Wild sometimes having an easier time bonding with Legend and Twilight when the two are in their animal forms than their Hylian ones. Complete with cuddles and bites and bigger kisses between them all.

let them be weird but open with each other in a way they can’t be with most people

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I seem to be realizing a lot about myself in the form of how often I go for the selfcest(or close enough) ships in any fandom

Yugi/yami yugi

Linkcest in general

good lord the sans AUs—

and also just the other usual frowned upon stuff

Im choosing to view it as me having good taste and being stronger than the people that decline

but also I really like Linkcest and all the links should get to kiss each other as a treat—

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back to zelda now, so prepare for some of that my friends

on that note, I may not have finished Wind Waker yet, but I can pretty much say that I adore the post-adventure concept of WW Link and Tetra being absolute best friends, but the type to constantly bully and insult each other. And yet, Tetra trusts Link to take charge of the crew when she needs a break, and Link is willing to tell her some of the nightmares he still has and the two share the captain's quarters and sometimes just sit together while polishing their swords.

just little things :)

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one of my favorite random things that happens is being able to say “thanks I picked it myself” anytime anybody complements my name

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still rewatching the httyd shows and got ot the defenders of the wing bit about Hookfang being angy and burning Snotlout 'cause he doesn't give him gifts or whatever and i dare anybody to tell me thats not something a mildly jealous partner would do

"Fishlegs gives Meatlug gifts all the time, but you don't give me anything"

"HOOKFANG YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE FLOWERS"

-Hookfang and Snotlout, after all the chaos is over and they have a moment alone

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I got my chew necklace birthday present finally and have to tell the world so here I am, I am so happy and there’s three different ones with different toughnesses and it’s great and I’ve been nom noming nonstop the whole time life is wonderful for once

[fujokafka]

we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack

[andthelaw]

reblog if you want ppl to send you random lil' asks

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haha, more viking/dragon bond stuff, kinda continuation of my last little blub, yes I'm aware the dragons don't have much presence but its 2 am and i just wanted to write this down

basically my excuse to throw a bunch of headcanons and vague ideas in

again, putting it under the read more because heavily implied dragon-human relations, intimate and otherwise, and not everyone wants to see that as they scroll but whatever

“And where are you three going?” 

Hiccup winced. Leave it to Astrid to never let things go easy for him.

Then again, when was the last time Hiccup ever spent time with Snotlout? Or Snotlout with Fishlegs? Or all three of them together?

“Oh, uh…” For the love of Thor, Hiccup, think of something. “I-It’s, uh—”

“Guys night,” Snotlout chimed in, that ever so common self confident smirk on his face. But Hiccup could see the stress in it. The small hints of worry. They both sucked at lying. And that wasn’t even counting Fishlegs, who was currently on the verge of a panic attack.

“Then why aren’t you taking Tuff with you?” Ruffnut asked from where she was still eating. Damn it all.

Hiccup cleared his throat, but before he could even chime in, Tuffnut himself had spoken up.

“Eh, they offered, but Chicken and I were gonna look at the moon with Macey.” Ruffnut shrugged and went back to her food. Astrid squinted, suspicious still, but nothing to go off of anymore, so she dropped it. 

Hence why the trio and their dragons were all now in some random cave on the Edge, trying very hard to not be awkward while all being very awkward anyway. Well, the vikings, that is. The dragons were busy, either curled beside their respective riders or, in the case of Hookfang, searching for food for the very long night ahead.

“...You guys think he knows?” Fishlegs finally ventured, shuffling his dragon cards in an attempt to calm himself down. Hiccup shrugged, settling back against Toothless’ side as Snotlout scoffed. 

“Of course he does, Fishface. Or he knows something is up. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”

“Snotlout—”

“No, nuh-uh!” Snotlout interrupted Hiccup before the one-legged viking could even finish his light reprimand. “You and I both know he knows too much about the most random things. He probably knew before we knew about each other!”

Silence. Neither Fishlegs nor Hiccup decided to argue that. Snotlout was probably right anyway. He was the closest to Tuffnut out of the three, he had the best chance of being right about the twin. Which was a worrying thought.

“W-Well,” Fishlegs started, finally putting his cards down. “I…I guess we can start?”

More silence. Oh, this would be an even longer night than when they had first seen each other like this.

“Sure, let’s get this over with. Either of you wanna start?” Hiccup asked, sitting up fully again to look at his friends better. Predictably, both looked away and stayed silent, until Meatlug gave an encouraging rumble to her rider and the blond finally spoke up once more.

“Y-Yeah, I can. I think that…well, I had a theory on Boulder Class dragons due to their general lack of sexual dimorphism as opposed to other classes,” Fishlegs began, and already part of the awkward tension in the cave seemed to dissipate. It helped both Hiccup and Fishlegs to focus on the scientific aspects of problems. Though, there was the added problem of—

“Okay, I’m gonna stop you right there, Fishlegs.” Snotlout was also sitting fully upright, even if he was still trying to act nonchalant. “If we’re having this big talk about…you know what, then you can’t be extra nerdy. Not without explaining all that book stuff to me.”

Fishlegs blinked, then nodded. Hiccup pulled out one of his journals and one of his charcoal pencils, drawing a quick sketch as the larger rider continued, albeit with more detailed explanations.

“Well, sexual dimorphism is like when the male and female dragons look different. So, like how Stormfly and the other female nadders have their upper beak over their lower one, but for the males it's backwards.”

Snotlout nodded, frowning absently before perking up. “Like Hookfang and Girl Hookfang! ‘Cause Girl Hookfang was smaller!” Fishlegs lit up as well, nodding eagerly at the shorter viking’s connection. “Exactly like that! I’ve noticed with a lot of stoker class dragons that they differ in size for their differences.”

“Anyway, for Boulder Class, I haven’t noticed any of those kinds of things. I mean, you guys remember, we all thought Meatlug was a guy before that Snoggletog!” A trio of chuckles and laughs echoed in the cave, as Hiccup set down his journal. A tiny drawing of two Typhoomerang heads was on it. One had a longer nasal horn. 

“I was gonna say like Torch and his mom. Torch had a longer horn, but his mom, a full grown Typhoomerang, had a shorter one. So I think that’s their difference.”

Snotlout settled down and nodded, seeming more invested now. “Maybe you two dragon nerds have a point to reading the book a million times. Anyway Fishface, what’s your point in this?”

Fishlegs sat up from where he had been comparing Hiccup’s drawings to his cards, seeming to remember the reason for the three being here in the first place. “O-Oh, right! Well, like I said, no notable dimorphism. So I had a theory that they were—” “Hermaphrodites,” Hiccup chimed in, a hint of a grin on his face. “So Meatlug—” 

“Ahem, hate to keep bringing down the cave, but..?” 

Fishlegs had started to blush once more as the conversation finally approached the initial end goal, but now it was worse at the realization of having to explain things every time. Thankfully, Hiccup saved him the momentary discomfort. 

“Basically, hermaphrodites have both male and female…” he trailed off, but his cousin seemed to get the general idea, if his widened eyes as he looked back at Fishlegs meant anything. The rider in question just sighed, rubbing his face and looking away.

“Yeah, uh…turns out Gronckles, or at least Meatlug, are definitely built for both possibilities. I think it’s easier for her if she’s the one laying the eggs themselves, but in theory, all Gronckles regardless of primary sex should be able to.”

Hiccup nodded, back to writing in his journal, taking notes to add to the Book of Dragons. Or maybe to a more personal book. “Well, that’s interesting to note. And we can probably get a good idea for Quakens because of their similarities. Or that could explain how the Eruptodon was able to have an egg all by herself too.”

At that moment, a sharp gust of hot wind blew through their cavern, before a large fiery figure made its way over. Hookfang had finished his hunt, and brought enough for the other two dragons as well, as he quickly deposited the extra fish. Then he settled down, curled around his own rider and blowing a small plume onto the fire between them all.

The three riders exchanged glances, namely the two cousins, before Snotlout just sighed and shrugged. 

“Yeah, uh…Hookfang was…is…gah, I don’t know how to explain something like this!” Snotlout exclaimed, one hand going up to tug at his hair. Hiccup and Fishlegs just looked at him in sympathy. Well, Fishlegs did, Hiccup was thinking about something he had thought about ages ago.

“...When we…saw you,” he started, drawing the attention towards him. “You were covered in bites and scratches. I mean, you were bleeding, Snotlout. Pretty badly. But you didn’t seem that worried.”

Snotlout scoffed, crossing his arms and looking at the flames between them all. “Of course not. This is Hookfang we’re talking about. My dragon. Why would I be worried?” He lifted his chin, though he turned his head to slightly glare at his dragon when a strong gust of breath blew his helmet off. Hiccup just nodded absently, one hand reaching back to stroke Toothless as he thought.

“Huh. Maybe that’s why he’s so aggressive with you in the first place,” Hiccup murmured, eyes wandering as if reading some mental paragraph he had written. But before either of the other two—now quite confused—riders could question him, he looked up, a particular gleam in his green eyes. 

“Think about it! Any time someone else gets close to him, like me or Ruffnut for example, he’s gentler! Like he’s handling something fragile! But he’s always been really aggressive with you! And we know that Nightmare’s respect strength a whole lot, so—”

“So it’s an acknowledgement of Snotlout’s own resilience that Hookfang is the way he is!” Fishlegs chimed in, following along quite easily. Snotlout, however, wasn’t super convinced. Outwardly, anyway. Inside, he was piecing a few things together on his own. Hookfang never left him hanging when things really mattered. He pushed and bit and did all sorts of things, but nothing left scars for more than a month.

“Yeah, see!” He exclaimed, his usual bravado back. “Shows how much more viking I am than you two!” 

That got him twin frowns and a mild glare from Hiccup. But it was worth it. Though, Fishlegs looked like he was already back to thinking too much about him and his dragon, and Hiccup was back to absently stroking Toothless.

“So then, those marks we saw on you, you really weren’t badly hurt?” Fishlegs asked. 

Snotlout shook his head, settling back down to the more serious moment. “No, Fishface, I wasn’t hurt bad. Hey, maybe all those scratches or bites fit with what you guys were just on about.”

Hiccup hummed, nodding again. “Yeah, that’s gotta be it. Plus, it may be a territory thing too. Monstrous Nightmares are territorial by nature. Maybe it’s also Hookfang’s way of marking you as his.”

Well that was a thought. Snotlout glanced at his dragon, seeing those yellow-orange eyes looking right back at him. He smiled, reaching back to pat his dragon’s neck. “Hey, Jorgenson’s know what’s theirs. Hooky’s just better at it than the rest of the family.”

Another bout of soft laughter. Things felt calmer. More peaceful. Much less heavy and awkward and strange. It helped being with people who understood. Still, one rider hadn’t given his side yet. And as eyes turned to Hiccup, he knew he would just have to soldier on.

“Me and Toothless’ turn, huh? Well…not much to say.” Hiccup shrugged, leaning back against his dragon as he thought. A large tongue immediately swiped along his whole cheek, before he pushed the black-scaled head away.

“Nothing really special. He doesn’t mark more than once, probably because he knows he doesn’t have to. Not hermaphrodite. He’s just…Toothless.”

Silence. Glancing at his fellow riders yielded a frown from Snotlout and a curious look from Fishlegs. 

“Okay…both make sense, considering your bond and what we know of Night Fury biology,” the blond ventured, though he himself seemed stumped. Snotlout just frowned even more, scowling slightly as he stared at the cave ceiling.

“How about courtship? Maybe something unique there?”

Hiccup just shrugged, attention shifted to where Toothless had just settled with his head resting in Hiccup’s lap. “Nothing I could tell. Maybe he just…doesn’t know the courtship rituals of Night Furies?”

Fishlegs nodded, sighing as he also leaned back against his dragon. The silence was mostly calm in the cave. 

“...This as much as any of us are willing to say tonight?” Snotlout asked, glancing between the other two. Hiccup and Fishlegs both thought for a moment before nodding.

“I don’t think any of us want to talk about the actual…oh what the heck, the actual ‘dragon fucking’ part,” Hiccup said, rubbing his forehead as if to stave off a headache. Fishlegs nodded again, a hint of red on his cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire.

“...Maybe next month? That way we can all…figure things out better?” 

This time it was Snotlout and Hiccup who exchanged a glance, before the former shrugged and the latter just stared at the flames once more.

“Sure, let's go with that,” Snotlout said, standing up and stretching. “I’m heading back to my hut. See you tomorrow.” And he was gone once again, hopping onto his dragon and taking off. Fishlegs and Hiccup looked at each other, feeling how similar the night was turning out compared to last time. The two just gave a vague smile and shrug before also mounting their dragons and going their respective ways. More to talk about another night.

For now, a month to try and not accidentally rat themselves out to the other riders. A rather difficult feat, considering everybody involved.

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randomly thought of because I’m also on a dinosaur kick, but like imagine the Sanses as like Jurassic park dinos. Or, Jurassic world more like

like my first thought was “haha, my as the velociraptors, that’d be cool” and then I spiraled a little. So Nightmare as the I. Rex, yknow, getting the raptors onto his side. And Dream as the I. Rex brother that was eaten(but he’s not eaten this time, just wounded and kept separate from his sister because they’re too territorial). And Blue as maybe the T. rex to fit with the buff Blue propaganda and also cause fuck yeah and Ink as those tiny scavenger dinos from I think the second movie. And Cross and Error as whatever, idk what they’d be, maybe Cross as a quetzalcoatlus just cause they’re awesome and Error as some mosasaur or smth because ocean dinos are mostly solitary i thinks. Cross could be a utahraptor or an oviraptor tho, that’d be cool too

just some dino skeleton ideas

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projecting and deciding that I’m gonna make both Dream and Nightmare be biters, but Nightmare learned to hide it to be sophisticated and Dream hides it so people will take him more seriously.

That said, all the bad sanses have matching bites all over(and smaller ones from certain little tendrils) and Blue and Ink are more than happy to get Dream teething toys and chews

And for the dreammare, they both give each other a matching bite on each other’s neck :)

After a particularly violent and bloody time together, cough cough—

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Eldritch Dream and how their only self love is when Blue and Ink beg him to use their bodies and spend the night spread between the three of them. The inherent intimacy between your original form and the ones you have borrowed from your closest friends. A night spent where you feel every give, every take, every part of every body involved. Where the only way self love happens is that Dream convinced himself that the love he feels when seeing his form is just residual from the two friends he is inhabiting.

just, yknow. A thought.

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figured I would share one of my little concept Dreammare ideas I had once upon a time ages ago. Cause idk if I’d ever make it a one shot or fanfic or whatever

basically, I take the concept of their mother being a tree and apply that loosely to them. So, in some semblance of truth, they are part tree spirit. Then, let’s say, Dream stumbles upon a world that has a big focus on Greek mythology, idk, just pick one. And there, he finds a group that adores one of the gods, Dionysus. A group of nymphs and nature spirits that call themselves the Maenads.

now, they welcome him in for a party or two, and he enjoys it. The sheer amount of positivity they exude is enough to fill him up for a week. He loves it there. And they love him, because they can sense that faint free spirit within his soul, and the dryads are begging him to stay(the other nymphs too, but especially the dryads).

but he declines, he has a job. Yet he comes back. Again. And again. Indulging in the positivity, in the knowledge that he is encouraged to want things when with them. Wine, food, sex, all of it. Never once is he shunned. Never once is he turned away.

Then they ask him to join. To become one of them, embrace his heritage. He declines only twice.

Nightmare starts to notice the absence of his brother’s influence. His work is causing the balance to teeter far more than before. Something is wrong. Dream is missing.

he finds him in the middle of a party in the woods. Doused in wine, kissed stupid by two dryads. He’s angry. He was the one supposed to corrupt Dream, to make the guardian become as selfish as him. Yet Dream begs him to stay. To join. To become one of them.

Never really got further than that, kinda just liked the idea of Dream being assimilated into a cult and Nightmare being jealous because what does some random god and a group of sex-crazed nature spirits have that he doesn’t?

Also, Dream getting a new name because the maenads want to distance him from his old self as much as possible. I always renamed him Akane here, it’s a kind of yellow apple haha

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sobbing because I can’t find a toothcup fic I found once on ao3 and it was really good but I only have it open on my broken phone and I can’t find itttt

it’s one set post httyd 1, after the red death fight, where toothless and hiccup find themselves in a hidden night fury pack, it was SO GOOD AND I WANNA READ IT BUT I CANT FIND IT UGHHH

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making Star Sanses art, but like how i imagine them following my Outer Limits AU. So with eldritch Dream and Nova. Just little things to see how i wanna draw each character if i ever do again and to show kinda how they all felt at the beginning of it all :)

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Nvm I lied, I forgot drawing skeletons sucks for me, but I do have a good base for Nova.

instead, I offer a hastily drawn and colored idea for their souls. I didn’t feel like labeling them and still don’t, but they mostly obvious anyway, so have fun guessing who’s is who :)

and yes, every color and mark is chosen for a reason

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making Star Sanses art, but like how i imagine them following my Outer Limits AU. So with eldritch Dream and Nova. Just little things to see how i wanna draw each character if i ever do again and to show kinda how they all felt at the beginning of it all :)

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So, adding onto my haha funny post of Hiccup hiding a Night Fury bite that totally wasn’t Toothless, what if it was reversed? And Toothless flaunting the tiny human bites from his partner to all the other dragons. Especially Hookfang, now that’s a dragon who would get jealous of everything.

yes this may just be me being excited about the chew necklace im getting for my birfday and projecting my chewing habit onto everyone, sue me

[flareonfloof]

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