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Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family.
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a terrible terror rests on her lap , another tilting its head as it examines the tattoo that decorates her back . ❛ we do not have creatures like these in motanui . lava monsters ? yes . dragons ? no . ❜
@stormfliier liked THIS starter call . // muse : gramma tala .
she had come a long way, hadn’t she ? from an aspiring slayer of scaled things, to a lover of the little monsters that roamed freely around the pair. the journey to get here had been full of self-loathing. full of loss & hardship. full of endless epiphanies. -- she was better for it.
❛ lava monsters ? that actually sounds terrifying. ❜ terrifying, but intriguing. at the mere mention alone, the young shieldmaiden scooted herself closer, eyes wide with daydreaming. ❛ they seem to really like you. dragons don’t typically take so well to people at first. it almost makes these two endearing. ❜
❛ Dragons can’t CHANGE who they are. But who would want them to? Dragons are powerful, amazing creatures.
And as long as it takes me, I am going to learn everything there is to know about them.
Wouldn’t you? ❜
INDIE. PRIVATE. HIGHLY SELECTIVE. TRAINED BY LENA
art credit: x
TRUE STRENGTH is not measured
by the power of ARMS or the wit of WORDS
— but by the depth of HEART.
she curls up beside stormfly, still wet from the rain pattering against the rock and dirt just a few feet away. storms made her uneasy, despite the strength she showed amid them. but now, while the rest of her tribe slumbered, she merely shook and rattled akin to a leaf against the scales of her dragon - seeking comfort. "sorry, girl... just for the night, okay?"
ANY INTELLIGENT DRAGON KNOWS TO FEAR A STORM : falling rain makes it difficult to see / shrieking winds make flight all but impossible / lightning can strike a dragon with the bite of a nadder’s spine & the heat of a fireworm’s kiss , a beacon for the all - powerful skrill . so instead they fold their wings tight to their sides & hide from the clouds , taking refuge wherever they can until it passes .
spines rattle as they stand to attention , floorboards creaking beneath a viking’s weight : even after stormfly recognizes her sodden rider & erect spikes settle does her tail lash from one side to the other , irritated at having been woken … until she sees how astrid quakes , not from cold but from fear : an anxious squawk escapes nadder’s maw as her rider comes in close , rests against her side .
this is without thought , only instinct , that the dappled sails of a great wing unfold & curl around the blonde , pushing her deeper into the dragon cocoon with a gentle shove of her snout . beneath stormfly’s wings the outside sounds ( howling winds , roaring thunder ) are all but gone : muffled by the living tent & drowned out by stormfly’s heart as it thumps rhythmically against her breastbone , the slow tide of her breath as it expands her chest with a sound like bellows . i’ll protect you .
what have i loved as much as you? nothing. not even myself. // written by may
╰ ❝ valka.
she is not herself when she is earth-bound, soil-touched, like some wild thing with her wings clipped; her skin presses too tight, too close. in the air she is all light, the way the sea is all light, glittering and untouchable, as endless as the ocean. the cold turns to freedom in her lungs, turns to a sort of ceaseless exhilaration. but the island looms, the great snow-swept peak of berk, and holding the sky alongside her, this girl and her gorgeous nadder, watching. she can feel it, trickling dysphoric through her skin. an audience. val and her dragon catch the sun, twirl, stretch their wings to catch the morning star. for a moment, their bodies eclipse the sun, and then, always : feet touch the ground – hers and the dragon’s both, the sudden downward pull ( as though gravity finally catches them, all of it a wild chase between her and the sky ) . she banks even, presses her weight so they rise alongside viking maiden, and she laughs at the openmouthed wonder drawing gentle lines across her companion’s face.
“ hiccup says you have a few moves yourself. care to go for a whirl ? ”
it is almost unfair to intrude upon such graceful formation. to distract away from the liveliness that overwhelmed even the world when valka took to the heavens. she felt wrong for it. for the warmth the woman offered her with her eyes. for the chirping of her dragon that seemed all too thrilled to have company to soar beside. she felt guilt in her gut begin to blossom, but knew best to force it away. shove it down, with the rest of her emotional gauge, for just a while.
❛ h -- hiccup said that ? ❜ she’s almost rendered dumbfounded. it hardly registers in her brain that hiccup may have ever talked her up to someone so awe-inspiring. he was a blessing, she was sure. she did not deserve such kindness. nevertheless, in slow lapses, the maiden regains her sanity & gestures with her hands in wide, flailing motion. ❛ i’ll get stormfly ! ❜ it is a sprint towards a nearby hill to waken her sleepy child, but a glorious ride back atop the rainbowed leather of her scaled friend. astrid is aglow, sunlight radiating from a grin she simply cannot bother to bite back on. chuckles, perhaps nervous in their nature, fall from her pink lips.
❛ care to race ? ❜
╰ ❝ sorceress.
FULFILLED would be her curiosity; desire ever-satisfied. but maleficent was no magician performing tricks at a PARTY. ❛ alright… i’m not here to entertain you. so in return? you must show to me something valuable as well. do we have an accord? ❜
there was little in the way of value to the viking shieldmaiden ; isolation had become a shadow-friend. something that kept close, that remained present when it benefited from her aggressions. her desperation were all she had left anymore, abandoning the life she’d had before in such shame. & yet, perhaps she could conjure a dragon, too. a whistle blows from her lips and against the trees she can hear its leathery wings break branches and crush shrubbery. against the forest she can hear it grumbling, gurgling back its fire and its poison ; its beauty. ❛ perhaps this will be enough to sway you. ❜ large and bulbous is the beast. her friend reaches claws towards the ground, dragging itself with grace & diligence, screeching gently into the air.
y'know who's cute? astrid
I have so much of you in my heart.
John Keats, Letter to Fanny Browne, 8 July 1819 (via twisted-but-pretty)
Kink: being called baby in a soft and gentle voice
tagged by: @beyladragonhealer-blog ( thank you sweetling ) tagging: @battlefcrged & anyone else bc im lazy
1. what does your muse smell like? burning leaves. rising smoke. wildflowers. dulling incense. rusted iron & caked blood. fresh soil. the dew left behind after the rain. the stench of a sparking fire against wood.
2. how often does your muse bath/shower? any habits? not nearly as often as she should. maybe twice a week, at most. she doesn’t have the luxury of cleanliness 24/7.
3. does your muse have any tattoos or piercing? i imagine that as astrid gets older, she adorns her skin with a couple wood ash tattoos here and there. ones of knotwork, ones that depict her valor as she’s grown, ones that are told to grant their wearer to be feared on the battlefield. also probably something lame like a matching tattoo of thor’s hammer with hiccup tbh.
4. any body movement quirks ( ex.knee shakes )? not entirely. she can become a bit antsy due to her worrying and over-rigid nature, but it doesn’t provide her any movement quirks out of the typical.
5. what do they sleep in? in the summer, she sleeps in a long cotton tunic with short breeches. in the winter, it’s full breeches with socks sewn in and some furs.
6. what’s their favourite piece of clothing? anything she can kick ass in.
7. what do they do when they wake up? eat, study, train, make sure everyone’s pulling their weight, make sure everyone’s Not Fucking Dying, go and kiss stormfly a bunch hbu.
8. how do they sleep? position? on her side, usually curled up.
9. what do their hands feel like? strong. callous. rough. she tries to keep them gloved to prevent blisters anymore.
10. if you kissed them, what would they usually taste like? like ur next waifu ;^)
astrid as a mother will never not hurt my soul
what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me (unfortunately)
i really want to put some explanation of this, but you all know what to do !! like or reblog this if you are interested in roleplaying with a genie of the lamp who is based upon the 2015 BROADWAY MUSICAL OF ALADDIN
penned by CHLOE
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