#chieftn

[baymaxtm]

❛  you  know  that  doesn’t  count  as  a  meal  ,  right  ?  ❜

@chieftn  ♡   ❜  d

[stoickal]

@chieftn

     stoick the vast has his hulking, thick-furred back to the door. the fire’s light flickers shadows into his face and gemstones into his eyes, and his mind is lightly occupied with the state of the village and heavily occupied with listening for his son’s footsteps.

       or, no.

       that isn’t quite right anymore, is it?

       he used to listen for his son’s footsteps-- the light pitter patter of a boy who sneaks more easily than strolls. four little limbs -- two feet and two hands, skittering up the stairs.

        perhaps if he’d listen harder -- and he sees it now, in retrospect -- had seen it then, in the derision of a father who doesn’t truly know his son -- the nervous shame in these sounds. 

       stoick the vast’s gaze flicks down to his fingers, which curl slowly into fists over his upturned palms.

       no -- he used to listen for his son’s footsteps. used to listen to the silence -- his ears craning for anything, anybody. but now he listens for laughter. listens for croons and trills. listens for six limbs -- one squeaky and iron-forged. listens for that classic brazen snark as his son bids his friends -- friends! -- a good night.

       whatever the trigger is tonight, stoick lets hiccup and his dragon get halfway up the stairs -- a nervous habit of his, if anything. wait until he can’t run quickly in either direction. 

        stoick the vast’s head turns, sharp. nothing else moves.

       “--hiccup.”

       a pause.

      stoick the vast clears his throat under the crackling of the fire.

       then a mite softer, with a dip of his chin:

       “son.”

[veyenn-blog]

guide !

NONVERBAL STARTERS   - Accepting  |  @chieftn​GUIDE take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

                          It was just few minutes but it already felt like a year - the sun had long set and everyone had already taken their leave one-by-one ; the only person that was left was her and hiccup. Her watching his back as he on – the other hand was watching the horizon where there dragon’s had long disappeared.

                      Fingers  wiping away the ghost tears that lingers on her cheeks as she opened her mouth to call out for him — but there’s no voice of comfort , no sound of solace came out.There’s no words for her to say to ease– the pain and lost he was experiencing. They were all experiencing – so Astrid let him be ;for a while longer ; she only knew that it was her time to step in when he started to crumble, his shoulders trembling and soft audible sobs escaped on his lips. Astrid approached gently at the weeping mess in front of her , she too was no different from   him as she shared the      grief with him,    tears that had long gone returned.

                     Placing a hand on his right shoulder, the female viking had lowered herself next to him , her free , hand reached to cup his face – wiping the tears away before she ushered him to stand back on his feet. They were both broken and it would take a while for them to heal but  ---astrid would do her best to  be his guide for a  while and when Hiccup did follow her up, she    placed her  arm   around his shoulder steadying his swaying body  as he was having difficulties standing on one feet. 

                     And with one last look towards the Horizon, Astrid’s grip to his side tightened gently, bringing  him back to the tough reality but she was sure Hiccup will be fine, for she will be his guide.

[meistoshia]

‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’

                                ❛          of     course     i     did .               if     i     just     gave     up ,       all     my     effort     would’a     been     for     nothing .               plus   …          ❜               a     slight     pause ,       as     a     handful     of     fond     memories     pass     through     his     mind  :          of     family     &     friends     &     pokemon     that’ve     been     at     his     side ,       the     ones       in     spirit     &     in     battle   …        //          my ,       you     sure     are     a     lucky     one ,       aren’t     you   ??

                                                    ❛        ——     i’ve     got     too     many     people     rootin’     for     me       to     even     think     about     not     trying .          ❜

poetry starters.   //   accepting.

[baymaxtm]

“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ” :( are u looking after urself tadashi :( tadashi when's the last time u did some nice self care :( a full night's rest :( a good home meal :( a gentle time :(

quotes  i  found  on  pinterest  .  accepting  !

it’s  a  large  booth  pressed  up  against  a  drafty  window  ,  tucked  into  the  corner  with  far  too  much  space  for  two  (  albeit  exceptionally  tall  )  college  students  .  it’s  a  slow  night  ,  though  ,  and  the  diner  is  almost  exclusively  buzzing  with  the  deafening  silence  of  students  slogging  through  a  one  -  two  punch  of  final  projects  and  vague  study  guides  .  on  the  unlikely  event  that  a  family  of  eight  should  walk  through  the  doors  at  nine  on  a  thursday  night  ,  the  two  of  you  will  have  to  move  .

for  now  however  ,  while  your  situation  still  permits  ,  you  sink  into  the  scraggly  leather  cushion  and  stretch  to  the  span  of  your  legs  .  

you’re  quiet  .  you’ve  been  ,  for  the  most  part  ,  quiet  since  the  six  thirty  alarm  on  your  phone  upraised  you  from  the  merciful  still  of  your  mattress  .  every  step  between  then  and  now  has  been  obfuscated  by  thoughts  .  an  endless  string  of  thoughts  that  branches  out  into  several  directions  ,  none  of  which  seem  to  lead  to  toward  satisfying  conclusions  .  in  fact  ,  several  of  them  are  tangled  ,  and  several  other  are  fraying  quickly  .

the  question  isn’t  meant  to  make  you  feel  guilty  ,  not  the  way  its  posed  .  not  from  hiccup’s  mouth  .  not  when  you’re  both  aware  of  your  absence  .  not  when  your  hands  are  too  full  already  to  juggle  the  remorse  you  already  feel  in  hindsight  .

it  does  any  way  .

flicking  your  hat  aside ,  you  palm  away  some  of  the  sheen  lingering  beneath  your  too-long  bangs  ,

❛  i  think  i’m  starting  to  give  up  on  baymax  …..  ❜

those  words  quickly  taste  bitter  in  your  mouth  :  like  acid  rising  back  up  your  esophagus  and  permeating  your  tastebuds  with  an  unpleasant  burn  .  you  close  your  eyes  and  tilt  your  head  back  ,  crossing  a  forearm  over  shuddered  eyelids  as  different  words  play  back  in  your  head  :  your  own  words  .  ❛  i’m  not  giving  up  on  you  .  you  don’t  understand  this  yet  ,  but  people  need  you  .  ❜

you  swallow  on  the  harsh  aftertaste  of  shame  .

❛  i’ve  run —–  god ,  i  don’t  even  know  how  many  tests  and  i’ve  barely  gotten  him  to  function  for  ten  seconds  before  he  completely  destroys  my  lab  !  ❜  

❛  yesterday  ?  when  i  activated  him  ,  he  scanned  my  coffee  cup  ,  mistook  it  for  a  fire    ,  and  used  his  extinguisher  to  put  it  out  ,  basically  ruining  everything  on  my  desk  and  most  of  the  projects  i’ve  been  working  on  since  the  semester  started  ,  ❜  

you  try  not  to  think  about  the  hours  you’ll  spend  making  up  the  work  .  try  not  to  think  about  how  you’re  going  to  get  a  passing  grade  with  a  robot  that  senses  danger  in  a  fresh  cup  of  coffee  .  try  not  to  think  about  how  you’re  going  to  without  one  .  try  not  to  think  about  the  fact  that  you  need  a  haircut  soon  ,  because  the  summer  is  fastly  approaching  ,  and  you’ve  been  shoving  your  bangs  into  the  brim  of  your  hat  since  april  .

❛  then  he  recited  the  protocol  for  second  degree  burns  in  mandarin  ,  and  spontaneously  deflated  …..  ❜

there’s  a  groan  buried  somewhere  in  the  pit  of  your  throat  ,  but  you  close  it  ,  eyelashes  poking  into  muscle  .  you  feel  incongruently  older  ,  as  you  let  your  arm  fall  back  to  your  side  ,

❛  i  just  —–  ❜  peering  at  nothing  with  a  harried  look  ,  you  feel  it  rising  in  your  chest  .

sadness  .

 ❛  what  if  all  of  this  ——  the  all-nighters  ,  the  research  ,  the  resources  ——-  what  if  it  all  just  leads  to  a  dead  end  …..  ?  ❜

[meistoshia]

14. what do they care deeply about? what kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? how do these tend to be expressed?

he     cares     about     life          //          he     cares     about     the     people     of     the     world     &     the     pokemon     of     the     world     &     all     that     is     living .               he     cares     about     his     friends          //          he     forms     bonds     that     can’t     be     broken     by     any     force     in     the     world     &     he     often     calls     them     family  ;          not     all ,       but     most .               he     loves     many     &     he     loves     a     lot          //          there     is     literally     nothing     in     the     world     he     would     not     do     for     the     people ,       the     pokemon ,       the     things     that     he     loves ,       &     he     has     proven     many     a     time     that     he     is     not     one     to     hesitate     when     it     comes     to     risking     his     life     for     who     &     what     he     cares     about .               he     maintains     a     belief     of     struggles     &     chances     being     two     sides     of     the     same     coin ,       though     he     focuses     only     on     the     positive     implications     of     this     way     of     thought  ;          no     matter     the     struggle ,       with     the     right     effort ,       it     can     be     turned     into     a     chance     for     success ,       something     he     very     clearly     expresses     in     his     battles     &     his     style     of     battling ,       as     well     as     how     he     goes     about     training     &     any     competition .               he     takes     promises     very     seriously ,       never     making     or     taking     one     lightly ,       even     if     he’s     in     a     rush     towards     something     else  ;          if     he     fails     to     upkeep     a     promise ,       even     a     small     one ,       he     feels     that     he’s     failed     the     one     he’d     made     the     promise     to .               there     are     very     few     things     he     finds     utterly     &     entirely     unforgivable ,       those     being     the     theft     &     abuse     of     pokemon     for     the     purpose     of     one’s     own     goals ,       as     well     as     the     willful     involvement     of     innocents / bystanders     in     any     dangerous     situation ,       & ,       even     the     people     he’s     called     unforgivable     in     even     recent     past ,       he     will     give     the     benefit     of     the     doubt     if     they     show     no     outright     signs     of     ill     will  ;          though     he     cannot     stand     having     his     trust     betrayed ,       if     he’s     genuinely     enjoyed     everything     that     lead     up     to     the     betrayal     &     his     side     won     in     the     end     anyhow ,       he’ll     let     it     slide .               that     being     said ,       he     is     not     above     using     physical     force     with     his     own     hands          (     or ,       rather ,       body ,       as     he’s     a     tendency     to     tackle     the     ones     he’s     in     aggressive     disagreement     with     )          when     he     is     particularly     heated     about     the     action     of     unforgivable     nature .

42 character development questions.   //   not accepting.

[meistoshia]

8. where and when do they seem most and least at ease? why? how can you tell?

                                most     at     ease .

anywhere     with     a     positive     atmosphere     that     has     pokemon .               be     it     in     the     wild ,       or     a     pokecenter ,       or     okido’s     lab ,       or     even     just     a     place     where     people     live     together     with     their     pokemon ,       anywhere     there’s     just     that     sense     of     connection     with     pokemon     &     nature ,       satoshi     automatically     feels     at     ease .               he’s     been     surrounded     by     pokemon     &     had     them     by     him     for     almost     all     his     life ,       during     hard     times ,       happy     times ,       through     all     sorts     of     difficulties     &     hardships ,       so     he’s     come     to     associate     being     able     to     have     pokemon     around     him     with     security     &     comfort .               knowing     he’s     in     this     state     is     quite     easy  :          he’s     his     usual ,       upbeat     &     energetic     self  ;          which     is     to     say ,       he     is     almost     constantly     at     ease ,       naturally ,       due     to     near     constantly     having     at     least     one     pokemon     by     his     side .               in     cases     of     heightened     sense     of     ease ,       he     will     slow     down     &     simply     take     in     everything     around     him ,       take     a     deep     breath     &     just     stretch     out     &     completely     relax ,       both     in     mind     &     body .

                                least     at     ease .

tense     situations     that     only     continue     to     get     worse     &     worse     &     his     efforts     aren’t     being     enough .               he     likes     to     pride     himself     on     his     determination     &     unwillingness     to     give     up     no     matter     what ,       but     when     things     are     beginning     to     look     grim     &     the     amount     of     options     for     what     can     be     done     starts     to     dwindle ,       it     tends     to     get     to     him ,       though     he     tries     his     best     to     keep     the     unease     to     himself .               he     powers     through ,       of     course ,       but     he     would     be     lying     if     he     said     that ,       when     it’s     beginning     to     look     like     there     isn’t     anything     more     to     be     done ,       or     when     things     are     at     their     darkest ,       when     lives     are     in     danger ,       he     hasn’t     got     a     bottomless     pit     slowly     opening     up     in     his     gut     beneath     that     stubborn     hope     of     his .               his     body     gets     tenser ,       shoulders     stiffen     &     hands     tighten     into     fists     or     around     what     he’s     grasping ,       his     jaw     clenches     &     there’s     a     slight     twitch     to     the     way     his     brows     furrow  ;          his     movements     become     sharp ,       as     does     his     diction ,       words     directed     at     the     offending     object / person / pokemon     being     spoken     with     seeming     intention     to     strike     them     with     actual     force     somehow .

42 character development questions.   //   accepting.

[stucanje]

i love So Much ab your hiccup but i think my favorite thing is how you capture the heart of him, in this story? at the very center of it, and it's really stunning to read and see ur use of its flexibility, how you. rephrase it again and again but still have it feel so at home in your interpretation !! how it's so expansive and legend-encompassing and hard to hold but you nail it so spot-on in everything you write ?? it is SO SO cool to see and read and i love your portrayal so so much ! 💕

how’s my portrayal?

beTH UR SO KIND TO ME... WAH !!!! im heart eyes emojis... i can’t wait until we write together because second person pov is always a treat to dabble in and read, and you do it very well ^__^ thank you so much !!