#dreamworksroulette

[rider-of-the-nadder-archive-blog]

△ for Hiccup please :)

"Ha!" Astrid panted after rolling Hiccup under her, holding the brunet’s hands above his head and pinned to the ground. She beamed down at him, satisfaction written plainly across her face as she straddled Hiccup’s hips in triumph. The grin faded to brief confusion at the pressure of something hard pressing up to her. The blonde wriggled above him, shifting to glance down in curiosity. "Hiccup, did you- Oh." Cheeks heated up in a blush and her bottom lip caught in her teeth as she looked back down at the brunet. "Do… um. Do you want me to get up?"

[glaciemrex]

+ norththeguardian, dreamworks-roulette, arendellespring, mikewazowskki, glacialiscalor

{❆} — "How about a snowball fight?"

[wildmusecard]

ooc: I'm gonna head out. =3 I'm hella sleepy lately and I start school again tomorrow ((ugly sobbing)) but I'll be back tomorrow. Have a good night! <3

[wildmusecard]

Out of Character:      →   I know I'm either missing a reply to someone or I'm missing some starter but I can't remember...ugh oh no.

[timidism]

Pitch almost tripped backwards when the white haired boy leaped into his arms, crying loudly. He stared down at him, an eyebrow raising slowly as he shoved him a little away from him. "What's wrong, Jack?", he asked, furrowing his brows as he straightened his clothes. "You should stop crying, it doesn't suit you." That was a lie, actually. Still he prefered the other's cocky grin.

My muse runs and leaps into your muse's arms, hysterically crying- what does your muse do?

No, no, no. This man was absolutely the last person on earth he could ever hope to see right now but the flood of tears staining his porcelain cheeks wouldn't cease. It was completely unintentional for the young punk to run into the man, but the blur in his vision was a great hindrance. As much as he tried to swallow past the burn plaguing his throat and overcome the dull ache thrumming through his chest but like a cup spilling over, he just couldn't stop. 

He cursed the bitter taste on his tongue left behind when he heard that voice directed unto him-- which only added and then some like salt into wounds. Biting his tongue and choking on a sob, Jackson wiped soberly at his glassy eyes with the back of his hand. "Mmh-- I-- M'sorry I-I didn't mean to-- I just-- I--" This was absolutely humiliating. Even more so when he realized he really wanted those arms around him again.

[wildmusecard]

And the Leaves Fell || Hijack

      Jack didn't much enjoy hunting and he reckoned Hiccup didn't either by the other's less than enthused look. But Stoick had insisted and Jack knew it would only be a matter of time before he stole the other boy away to play instead; he just had to bide his time. He smiled when the burly redhead looked back at him, Stoick cradling his musket against his shoulder as he pointed between the snowy limbs of a nearby tree.  

    A doe toed at the snow with her hoof in search of vegetation as the early storm had nearly buried all of it. She barely made a sound as she bowed her head to nibble at what she'd found and Jack suddenly couldn't even imagine slaughtering her. Stoick seemed to have other ideas as he prepared the gun. 

[timidism]

Ride of Your Life || @dreamworks-roulette || Biker AU

"Are you kiddin’ me?" A bark ordered with both the looks of a scowl and disbelief twisting into a drawn sneer at thin lips. His body language was lazy, languid as he leaned all of the astounding weight of 133 pounds onto a heavy and tall door frame. Head tilted back, his demeanor was all but displeased and simply unimpressive from a bystander’s perspective. Luckily he was only under the view of a single Australian-born flatmate whom was sharing a nearly identical look as his own. 

"I just got here— I don’t want to go out!"

"Christ, Frost, ye been ‘ere three days. It ain’t like ye just hopped off the bloody plane."

"Y-yeah…! Well— Uh…"

Unlike the albino’s build which was simply lithe, the Australian stood tall and intimidating to an outsider’s eye. With tanned, inked arms crossed over his bulky chest, Aster towered over the twenty-one year old. To much of the youth’s disdain, he knew where this conversation would be heading and oh how he loathed the idea of being dragged into unfamiliar situations. As much as he loved the hyped and busy scene, the jet lag still lingered heavy on cerulean eyes. 

Jackson Frost was his name. An aspiring art student who looked the part of a ‘starving artist’ as any, even as he stood in bulky layers and spike-clad jackets. Peering down at the deep scuffs that drew weary lines in his boots, his brows drew together in any searching attempt to win their current argument. But alas, none seemed available to him at the ready. All but folding what little pride he had remaining, the albino raising both hands up in a mild defense and exhaled a long breath.

"Ye been cooped up long enough sleepin’. Ahm goin’ to tha bar and yer comin’ with me. I can introduce ye to Anna and the bunch." The conclusion was settled and Jack was left to fumble dimmly with the keys which had been tossed in his direction, signalling they they’d be leaving and they’d be leaving then and there - before the pale haired male had any time to actually come up with anything valid to retort on his behalf.

Engines roared to life with the thick purr of metal beasts and rubber tires running lively against blacktop pavement. It wasn’t long until the sound of metal grind was dulled by compensate of the rapid thud of base dropping. Lively couldn’t begin to describe the state of the club that which Aster lead Jackson to. 

As both men halted to a stop aside the pulsating club’s back door, a cautioned look, uncertain was thrown aloft to his flatmate. “I thought you said this was a bar.” Jack said. In response, the Australian slipped off his bike in a single fluid motion that was paired with both a laugh and a shake of cropped hair. With helmet pulled off and set onto the leather fashioned seat, he responded, “There is a bar.” 

"Well thanks, I realize that much."

"Then why’re ye askin’?" 

The rhetorical question alone earned an exasperated roll of blue irises and Jack himself mirrored Aster’s actions by dismounting from his bike and tossing his helmet aside. Ducking through the back door was a simple task that earned not even a double take from the scattered security that littered the place. It was to be expected of course considering the foreigner worked as a part time bartender.

Receding back to the said bar was another story. Head back behind the hustle and bustle, it was more of a private, coveted watering hole if anything. Passing several velvet ropes and bouncers that wore unwavering masks of determination, they arrived to a large room that was probably more expensive than their entire shared apartment. The room was entirely furbished and secluded. There was the dull thud of the club to remind of their environment but still provided it’s own ere. 

It was wasn’t filled nor was it empty with people and their selection of liquor was damn tantalizing. Sliding into a tall bar stool on the opposite side of where Aster slinked into were they then greeted hastily. It was an interesting bunch - but was to be expected - a petite woman with multicolored hair and a bright smile, a large Russian that held a terrifying resemblance to a tattooed Santa Clause and a small round man that held a peaceful exterior.

Admittedly, Jack was… glad he’d been forced to accompany his roommate on his shift. As odd as the company was, it was a pleasant company nonetheless.

[wanderingspiritworld]

‘♡’, ‘Ω, Cofess and if you're up to it: ‘♥’ hiccup :3

- “♡” and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

The fire was roaring, Jackson sat in front of it, lost in the contemplation of the dancing flames. Mary was asleep, Mrs Overland was out and Hiccup put a blanket on the other boy’s shoulders, smiling down to him, before coming to sit in front of the fire as well. He snuggled closer, taking one side of the blanket to wrap it around him too. The two boys were sharing warmth in silence for a while when Hiccup’s hand snaked around the other’s waist, his head coming to rest on Jack’s shoulder, and he sighed."I don’t want to leave you." he said sadly, knowing perfectly well once Mrs Overland will be back they’d have to move away from each other and pretend to be best friends, only best friends, then their boring and frustating life of pretending will resume for a few days, until they could share an intimate moment like this again.‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours."He’s the cutest princess autumn in a tutu."No Jack, for real.  “For real he’s just a sassy little piece of shit with the most disturbingly adorable freckles.”Something like that. More seriously, Jack just like to interact with him, he likes how he’s passionate about his work, and how he acknowledged him and welcomed him on the first day of winter. And deep inside he likes his wit and awkwardness and find him cute too. He wants to pinch his cheeks but won’t do it. He also always have this desire to throw snow at him because he likes the sight of it in his hair, and bury him in just to see him fuminate in general, because he was really angry at him when he chased him away the first time.All in one, he won’t mind seeing him more. Like, every year.‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)A dip in the lake. It sounded like a nice idea for a hot autumn day like this. But for Hiccup, it just meant more awkward moments. Apart from the fact most of his energy was currently focused on not ogling his friend’s pale and bare skin, -this was wrong, okay?- and trying his best not to blush at the idea he’d have to show his own body -he was kinda modest on this matter, and his slinny limbs did nothing to help-, he’d have to warn said friend beforehand about this. "Mh, Jack?" he called, waiting to catch his attention. "I have something to tell you." He was obviously uneasy. And upon the started and almost scared look on his friend’s face he deciced to cut short and go straight to the point. He took the paler boy’s hand to place it on his own left leg, well where a leg was supposed to be, but now everything you could feel, even under the material of his pants was hard wood and cold metal."I have something missing here, that’s not the easiest to swim, okay?" Now he was sure of it, he could feel his ears heating up.It couldn’t be more awkward, could it?‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them. Hiccup!He was doing it again. Hiccup was chewing on his bottom lip. Jack noticed this habit of the autumn’s spirit some time ago and it had started to disturb him. Making him wonder how it would be like under his own teeth. The abused lip had turned red when it was released and Jack give in to the impulse: two colds hands came to cup at each side of the freckled spirit’s face and equally cold lips joined much warmer ones, nearly soothing after the burn of nervous biting.A soft nip and a lap and Jack’s lips had left as quickly as they had come, leaving a bewildered autumn’s spirit to ponder on what had just happened, and a winter spirit in the same state with a growing panic of how he’d be going to explain this.