#12daysofdoomsday2018

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12 days of Doomsday -- Day 3: How to Speak Dragonese

“You can’t keep a Bog-Burglar under lock and key!”

Just a little cartoon drawing of Camicazi being awesome.

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 Doomsday Drabble- Day 8 

this is a SUPER short drabble for day 8 but i’m trying to get my crap together a do a little more writing. im hopefully planning to catch up on the other days too (ill probably post them to AO3 if i do them!) 

summary: brief drabble from fishlegs’ POV as he’s hanging (haha literally) with the fiancés and Furious

“Sing!” shouted the voice from the treetops that sounded like Camicazi, “Sing!” Fishlegs scanned the crowd of Berserks and even the cages of fiancés, but he saw no one. Yet, the idea dug itself into Fishlegs’ brain, sing your tribal anthem, the voice had said. Sing.

It had been exactly what Hiccup had done atop the volcano back on Lava-Lout Island when HE had been about to die. Perhaps, Fishlegs pondered, it was worth a shot. He cautiously raised his head once again towards the crowd and slowly drew himself from the darkness of the back of his cage. He pushed himself forward into a standing position, trying to keep his cage from rocking since the rocking reminded him that he was currently suspended far too many feet in the air over an angry dragon. Nevertheless, he pushed himself forward until the sun shone through the bars of his cage onto his skin. He opened his mouth. The first several words cracked on his dry, tired throat, but then the anthem rang clear.

“I didn’t mean to come here

And I didn’t mean to stay

It’s just where the sea blew me

ONE ACCIDENTAL DAY”

Fishlegs watched as the Scarers that had previously surrounded his cage lessened as the words brought courage to his heart. Fishlegs felt his body stop its tremors, the chill of anxiety abruptly halted by the words pouring from his mouth.

“It wasn’t where I meant to be,

And it wasn’t where I had my start.

But now I’ll never leave these rain-soaked bogs

Because Berk is where I LEFT MY HEART!”

For the first time in his life, as Fishlegs gazed down upon the people below him, he heard their cheers and whoops of joy (for even people as mad as the Berserks can appreciate bravery), he felt as though he, himself were a hero. The fiancés and the Berserks began raucous applause, the noise of which carried with Fishlegs as he was lowered farther and farther down.

He did not know what was down there. He doubted he would make it out of this predicament alive, but the cheers from the Berserks and fiancés above had instilled him with courage. He was brave. He was a hero. He was a Hooligan, if not by birth, then by adoption. Either way, for the first time in Fishlegs’ short life, he was the hero, even though he had lost, even though he had failed, he was still a hero.

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Just a quick lil sketch I did for the first day of doomsday: it’s really bad because I completely forgot doomsday was here haha but I’m going to try and participate this year!

December 20: How to Train your Dragon (book 1)

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12 days of doomsday 2018 -- Day 2: How to Be a Pirate

“I’m very curious to see how one of these fancy new poisons works.”

My second attempt on doomsday. I’m not a digital art person haha so I’m doing these all on paper this year at least