Aug 29, 2014
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Hiccup/Dagur's boot It's just not a complete ship to me without jealous Savage.
It was meant to be a triangle from the beginning. You can have two without the third one.
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Brother, Brother, Not
They say that sometimes fairies steal human babies. So as not to raise suspicion, they will leave something else in its place: an enchanted log or an old fairy looking to live out the last of its days being coddled by humans. Back in the days when babies died easily, perhaps it gave parents hope that the sick, dying thing in the crib was not really their child. Perhaps it gave them hope that their child was still alive somewhere else, even being raised by mischievous fairies.
"Gabe, where are we going?"
No answer, just like the first five times Daniel asked.
"Gabe! We've been driving for hours. Isn't this the way home? Did something happen to Mom or Dad?"
"No."
He speaks! Daniel thought. The first word in four hours. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? A clue?"
Abruptly, Gabriel jerked the wheel, skidding onto the side of the road. Daniel threw a hand out to keep himself from slamming into the dashboard. He turned to yell at Gabriel, but stopped. Gabriel was shaking, knuckles white.
Daniel asked softly, "Why won't you tell me-"
"You're not my brother."
The words, spat out like venom, hung in the air.
"What?"
"Your fingerprints. Remember when I got robbed a few months ago? And they gathered all the fingerprints in my house to see if the robber's might be there, so they had to check everybody else's."
Daniel nodded. He remembered the police taking his fingerprints. He had not thought much of it at the time, assured he was not the one who had robbed Gabriel and more concerned with catching the actual culprit, which they had.
"I found our birth certificates. 'Bout a week after that. I was just messing around and I compared them."
Daniel felt cold, despite the summer heat beating down and the sweat on the back of his neck. There was nothing around them save for empty highway, still dusty and pale with newness, and endless flat fields. The sun shone dully through the clouds. He tried to say something, but Gabriel beat him to it.
"You were switched at birth."
When Daniel said nothing, Gabriel glanced over at him. Something about his expression was weird. There were no lines of confusion on his forehead, no disbelief in the shape of his mouth.
"Dan?"
The name fell from Gabriel's lips unbidden and Daniel inhaled sharply, as if he had not been breathing.
Gabriel continued, "You understand, right? We've been together, all this time. I was there when you fell out of a tree when we were four. You were there when my first girlfriend broke up with me freshman year of high school. We went to the same college for Christ's sake. Can't get much more inseparable than us."
Silence reigned when Gabriel paused for breath. "All these years, and there was another person, someone else who came from the same mother, someone else who was there from the beginning. What happened to him? What is he like? You get it, right? I need to know."
Daniel's voice came out shaky when he asked, "You still haven't answered: where are we going?"
"To see your birth parents."
Daniel's head shot up, more surprised than he had looked at the earlier revelation. "What? You found-" His jaw worked soundlessly and Gabriel nodded.
"It was surprisingly easy, actually," Gabriel said, pulling back onto the road with jerky movements. "But they- It may not be easy. That's why..."
"How on Earth could it ever be easy?" Daniel asked, quiet and distant, a sharp edge of disbelief in his tone.
Gabriel answered quickly, hardly drawing breath, "Your mom's in a mental hospital."
The building was white, flat, and sickeningly bright.
"Right this way," said a nurse who led them down a hall.
As they entered the room, a man stood up. He wore a brown jacket that hung loosely over his thin frame and glasses slightly too big for his face. Dark hair, square face, long nose, late forties maybe. He doesn't look like Daniel at all, Gabriel thought.
"Are you Gabriel Gibb?" the man asked.
"Henry Oakman, I take it." Gabriel shook his hand, but Henry's attention was already on Daniel. Belatedly, Henry reached out to shake his hand, fingers shaking almost imperceptibly.
"Daniel," Henry said before Daniel could introduce himself. "I heard, that is, I'm glad to meet you."
He looked more afraid than happy to Gabriel.
"Honey, who's there?"
Gabriel jumped. He had not even noticed the woman slouched in a chair facing the window. She stood up slowly, as if she had to build herself up from slipper-clad feet to knobby knees to loose white gown to scraggly hair. Honestly, he couldn't see her face at first; she looked like a Japanese horror story. Then she flipped her hair back and her whole being lit up. She did not look like Daniel either.
"Is he here?"
"Yes, dear." Henry reached for it, drawing her over. "This is my wife, Abigail. Your - if we're right of course - your mother. Abby, this is Daniel Gibb. Remember what I told you before? His brother Gabriel thinks, thinks that he might be our son."
This was not what Gabriel had envisioned. He had not known what to expect when he heard that Daniel's mom was in a mental hospital. He had almost expected her to be crazier than this. At first, before that, he had expected a happy, normal couple. Something like their own parents, his blood parents. He had expected them to be like Daniel, somehow, in looks, in personality, in their presence. But these people felt so ordinary. They were like mud next to Daniel, and Gabriel could see him leaning away from them, uncertainty in the lines of his back.
Gabriel gave Daniel a solid thump on the shoulder and jerked his head at the couple. Daniel returned with a look of his own that asked if he was serious. "Why don't we sit down?" Gabriel suggested.
They sat. Gabriel and Daniel shifted awkwardly.
"So you two are, er... Twins?" Henry asked.
"Yes. Fraternal, which is why nobody found it odd we didn't look alike. I also wanted to ask you, um, the child you brought home from the hospital..." he trailed off at the look on Henry's face. Something akin to terror.
"They didn't tell you?" he asked in a small, faint voice.
"Tell me what?"
"Tell him what?"
They spoke at the same time. Gabriel glanced at Daniel, but his eyes were fixated on Henry, looking more interested than he had thus far.
"May I see your face?"
Henry, Gabriel, and Daniel jumped, having practically forgotten the woman. She waited only a moment, a moment the men spent in stunned silence, before standing up and crawling over the coffee table between the couple and the twins.
"Abigail!"
"Hey!" Gabriel protested.
Pale fingers wrapped around Daniel's face. She practically had to climb into Daniel's lap to reach him, pressed against the back of the couch away from her.
"What is she doing?" Daniel asked stiffly.
"She's just, just trying to identify you, I think."
"Hey, what did you mean?" Gabriel interrupted. "Where's the child Daniel got switched with, my brother?"
"I'm so sorry, I thought they explained this to you," Henry started.
A sound of pain drew Gabriel's attention back to Daniel and Abigail. Daniel had his hands wrapped around Abigail's wrists while her fingers dug into his face. "Hey!"
"I don't know how to tell you this, but you can't meet your real brother." Henry spoke quickly, dropping the words like hot embers one after the other.
"What?" Gabriel was half listening, pulling on Abigail's arm. "Hey, get off of him."
"You're not my son."
Gabriel and Daniel froze, but Henry was still talking, fast and desperate, tugging distractedly at Abigail's other arm.
"That's the reason she, that's the reason Abigail is here."
"What are you talking about?" Daniel demanded. Finally, he wrenched his face free.
"She killed him."
Gabriel's world stopped.
That woman screamed.
Daniel shouted in alarm as Abigail launched herself at him, screeching, "This is not my son! You're another switch, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!"
She waved her arms like claws, like weapons, smacking and hitting and scratching.
"Abigail!" Henry shouted uselessly, pulling at the ends of her sleeves.
The taste of copper spilled through Gabriel's mouth and he grabbed Abigail, flinging her backwards. Nurses began pouring into the room, shouting for calm, for an explanation. Gabriel's tongue stung when he shouted, "You took one brother from me, you're not taking this one!" and grabbed Daniel's arm. They were out the door and next to Gabriel's car before he knew what had happened.
Gabriel made a fist and a move as if to punch his car, but stopped short.
"Sorry," Daniel said.
"S'not your fault." Just that crazy old lady's. The crazy lady who killed his real twin brother. Gabriel leaned against the car and slid to the ground.
"Gabe?"
"Just give me a minute."
Killed.
"She killed him."
"Temporary insanity. I've heard of cases like that, where a mother kills her own children," Daniel said.
"It wasn't even hers." Gabriel grabbed at his hair with one hand, pressing the heel of his palm over his eye. "She had no right. And then she tries to kill you! Even her own flesh and blood!"
Gabriel almost felt like laughing. He could feel something slipping, his sanity, himself, or the world and felt like letting go until Daniel's hand hit his shoulder.
"Gabe! I'm still here!"
Gabriel remembered how to breath.
"Yeah," he breathed softly. "Yeah, you are. Always have been. Just like always."
Daniel worried at his lip, and Gabriel remembered the last time he did that, when he had been debating telling Mom and Dad what he wanted to study in college. Not something practical for success like medicine or business, but so very Daniel. Daniel, who worried for hours over decisions and still ended up making snap decisions. He was making the same face now, the face of making a decision and acting upon it.
"I'm probably not her kid."
"Come again?"
"Remember when I fell out of that tree when we were four? You caught me and scrapped your elbows, but I wasn't hurt at all. That wasn't just because you cushioned my landing. Haven't you noticed that I never bleed?"
"Well, it's not like you get hurt that often, you were never as thickheaded as me..."
"No, Gabe, I never, ever bleed. As in, I don't have any blood."
All Gabriel could do was stare at Daniel blankly. "Nice joke, but now is so not the time."
"I'm being serious!" Daniel slammed a hand against Gabriel's car, setting off the alarm. "Sorry," he apologized quickly while Gabriel dug in his pocket for the key to turn it off.
A nurse called out to them, "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Daniel returned.
"We should leave," Gabriel said, standing. He made it five miles before pulling over by slamming on the brakes and jerking the wheel to the side. The car bounced over the edge of the road and skirted the edge of a ditch.
"What were you even talking about. You don't have any blood?"
"Just what I said."
"Just what you said. What you said doesn't make any sense."
"Of course it does. I'm probably a changeling."
Gabriel stomped harder on the brake. His grip on the wheel tightened. "What? Like in your books?"
"What did you think got me so interested in mythology?"
"We've been together literally our entire lives!" Every game of make believe that Daniel could never get into; every video game fighting over who got to be the swordsman; every boring class they sat through making faces at each other. "And you didn't tell me?" Gabriel finally turned to Daniel. He was glaring at Gabriel.
"I didn't know myself until recently! Seeing that couple was the last piece of proof. You saw it, right? They don't look like me at all, and her reaction-" Daniel cut himself off.
"But how can you be sure?"
"Because!" Daniel burst out of the car, allowing the full roar of a truck passing to hit them.
"Wait, careful!" Gabriel shouted, stumbling out of the car after Daniel who was walking down the highway, head down. He squatted, then turned back to Gabriel. In his hand he held a shard of glass from some beer bottle thrown out aside on someone's drunken midnight drive.
Gabriel held up his hands. "What are you doing?"
Daniel replied, rolling his eyes. "Showing you my proof." He slashed the glass across his arm.
With a shout, Gabriel lunged forward and grabbed Daniel's arm. Another truck passed, making them sway on their feet. There was a cut, but no blood. Instead, clear liquid leaked from the wound.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Does this look like a joke to you?"
"You just sliced your arm open, of course not! What even is that?"
"It's whatever passes for fairy blood. I don't know." Daniel wrenched his hand out of Gabriel's grip, holding it close to himself and looking away. For a minute, Gabriel could think of nothing to say.
"I know it's unbelievable," Daniel started. Gabriel but him off.
"Why fairies?"
"What?"
"Why fairies? How do you know you're not an alien or just have some kind of," he waved his hand around, "condition?"
Daniel laughed. At first it was a huff of disbelief, but then quickly grew until Daniel was bent double. Gabriel looked at him with affront, splaying his hands in a helpless manner. Another truck passed and honked at them, prompting the two to move away from the highway towards the woods bordering it.
"So? Fairies? Why?" Gabriel asked.
"That, well, let me show you this trick I figured out last week." Daniel beckoned and Gabriel followed him up to the treeline and a little ways in. When they reached an especially large tree, Daniel laid his hand on it.
"Are you going to, like, call some fairies or something?"
"No, I'm just getting an energy boost."
"You what." Even as he spoke, Daniel seemed to light up. The sound of rustling leaves came from above, but when Gabriel looked there was nothing there. There was no wind, either. Gabriel swallowed hard.
"Okay."
Jumping in surprise, Gabriel whirled back to Daniel. "Okay what?"
"I think I have enough to turn the, well," he blushed, voice falling to a mutter, "it's pretty strong since it's supposed to last a lifetime and all, but I think I have enough to turn of the glamour for a minute."
"The what?"
"Shut up." Daniel stripped off his shirt, and his face contorted into a look of intense concentration. Gabriel watched as, slowly, like peeling a stubborn sticker off a book, wings peeked over Daniel's shoulders, growing as they pulled away from his back and shooting out suddenly to their full length, some nine feet of gossamer dragonfly-like wings.
"There are different kinds. Of wings, I mean," Daniel said awkwardly, glancing over his own shoulder at them. They fluttered lightly, like shaking out numb fingers. Gabriel thought he might be crazy or there was a green tint to Daniel's skin.
"Is your skin green?" fell out of his mouth.
"Er, yeah. My eyes are, too."
"What are you talking about, they've always been- oh." Squinting at them, Gabriel could see they had gone from a gentle forest green to impossibly, human-eyes-could-never-be-that-bright bright green. Daniel's pupils were deep purple, too.
"Those are the most obvious physical changes. Obviously my whole biology is pretty different, but that's a bit harder to look at, so..." he trailed off.
Gabriel dropped into a squat, head hanging, so suddenly it made Daniel flinch.
"Gabe?" He leaned over, hesitant to see Gabriel's expression. "I'm really sorry, I-"
Just as suddenly, Gabriel threw a fistful of leaves in his face. "You have wings! You have wings and fairy magic or something and you never told me!"
"I know, I should have told you, I really am sorry!"
Gabriel surged back to his feet, capturing Daniel in a headlock and giving him a vicious noogie. Daniel yelped in pain, but also laughed.
"So you're a fairy." Gabriel pulled him upright again. "C'mon, Dan. I'm starving and you need to tell me if you can actually fly."
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This right here. There not dumb-ass comments people there comedy gold at times. And no one else likes your kinda funny fine hang out with me I’m not all that funny either. Will be not funny together and have a shit ton a fun.
Hell yeah :D cuz smiles are what really matter
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You got to laugh right. A really good way to be smiling all day read those goofy, weird, beautifully, amazing, and wonderful dumb ass comments people make. Trust me you might scratch your head at some cause you don’t get it, but those you do xD :)
exactly! And some of those dumb reference comments will be the funniest thing someone sees all day and makes them laugh
which is awesome
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I cordially invite you to make all the dumb ass comments on as many of my posts as you feel like. I may not get it sometimes, but I’ll be smiling and having fun. And that is good enough for me to roll with it.
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I’m curious why are you so sure it’s impossible for Toothless to hover. Apologies if you have explained this before and I missed it just direct me to it if that’s the case. Otherwise I would like to hear your thoughts.
Not sure. Im not a scientist, I am not very well learned in areas of wind displacement and how much power is required for hovering to work.
But it feels odd for me because of Toothless's shape and how he normally flies.
Hes based of soaring birds. His flight is very reminiscent of eagles and vultures. And sometimes falcons and hawks or crows. These are all birds that are pretty much constantly flying forwards if not coming in for a landing. If they do "hover", it seems to be for short periods of time, with their body tilted upwards, like around a bird feeder.
The way they have toothless hovering, he is generally completely horizontal, and just flapping his wings downward, and hanging there. Not only does he just plain LOOK to heavy for his wings to support him like that. His wings are huge, and cant flap very fast. Not to mention, he is long. He's got his tail just...hanging there in that event. A bunch of dead weight. His tail fins are for steering, they don't flap. And certainly wouldn't do him any good in hovering in one place like that.
To my knowledge, the only bird that can hover in spot like that is a hummingbird. Hummingbirds flap their wings so fast we need a high speed camera to see it and they have to be constantly eating to even support that amount of energy use. Also, they are generally upright when doing so. And theyre tiny and light. Insects can do this too. Which is why Meatlug actually looks ok while hovering. Because her flight is reminiscent of a bumble bee. Itty bitty wings working a million miles an hour to keep a big round body in the air.
I'm fairly certain Toothless needs to have some form of forward motion to stay in the air for any real period of time. He is a glider. He rides the wind. Lift keeps him up when hes in motion.
I'm pretty sure this doenst apply while hovering. Hovering is just displacing air via flapping. Its gotta be fast, and its gotta be balanced, and the creature, essentially, has to be MADE for it. Toothless is NOT built for hovering. Hes built for soaring.
My general rule for these types of things is
If an eagle, vulture, hawk, or falcon cant do it, Toothless probably cant do it either.
Its kind of how theres NO WAY meatlug would ever be able to glide. I mean, theres probably no way she should be able to fly anyway, but the animations they used and the nature they drew from made her flight at least believable, if implausible. It LOOKED good. But, say, if they just had her with her wings spread, gliding around, not really flapping constantly. It wouldn't be believable at all.
Some animators, Dreamworks thankfully not included, use wings as kind of...they have wings so they can fly. But in reality, the type of wing, the body build, the size, and movement, all affect the flight of the character. Which is why the way they animate it can really make or break the believability. If you break the believability TOO far, you no longer have a character thats flying. You have a character thats floating and happens to have wings.
Again, I am NOT a scientist. I am terrible at physics. I'm just going on observation. I watch birds. I love the concept of flight. I don't know the numbers or exact science. But something about Toothless HOVERING just breaks the reality a little too much for me.
As I said in my previous post, I tend to get a little too picky about this stuff in cartoons :P But the closer they shoot for realism, the more inconsistencies like this stand out.