#eef rambles

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would you guys kill me with rocks if i posted my dragon ocs

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meows at you like a pitiful beast

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so i recently reblogged something and detailed my personal headcanons on Eret's tribe and the fact that i think there's evidence that they more than likely ate dragons (specifically Woolly Howls). most of that boiled down to the fact that both of Eret's canonical real world cultural inspirations are from the arctic circle and both are cultures that hunt and eat predatory animals and the fact that Eret's furs resemble the pelt of a woolly howl

now, if we look at Berk, there's no one who wears furs resembling that of the in-universe furred dragons. i'm going to use Snotlout as my primary example, since he's part of the core ensemble, meaning that he had a lot of thought put into his design.

in Snotlout's first film's design, he appears to have a wool vest. using a real sheep as reference, you can see that the way the fibers rest and coil together is the same.

why does this matter? well, Snotlout is meant to be a representation of the average citizen on Berk, and if even the model Berkian man doesn't wear dragon pelts or scales, then what does that say about the culture? despite killing dragons for decades, they don't use their hides for clothing, shelter, or weaponry. it isn't hard to believe that they wouldn't eat the dragons either if no other parts of their bodies are being utilized.

why wouldn't they eat dragons though, especially since there are lines in the original film stating the fact that there is famine caused by the dragon raids? why not eat the animals that caused your hunger in the first place? i think Berk considered dragon meat tainted. perhaps there were superstitions about dragon meat causing illness, or perhaps stories of dragon meat turning the men who consumed it into dragons!

or maybe there are cultural and religious taboos about eating the flesh of maneaters. really, the possibilities are endless!

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coughs like im dying

hi :3

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Loud coughing and gagging echoes out from Snotlout's hut and travels down the road where Eret is currently walking, arms laden with supplies from Gothi. The sound grates on Eret's nerves. He knows that it's perhaps a bit cruel to feel annoyance when presented with the sad sound of his sickly mate, but it really isn't coming from a place of malice! And maybe he isn't sure where the feeling comes from, but he knows it isn't hateful.

Eret shoulders open the wooden door and closes it behind him with his foot. He's immediately greeted by a-- frankly ridiculous-- sight. Snotlout was stood above the cooking fire, which Eret suspects Hookfang helped the witch start, leaning heavily on the snout of said great beast. Eret's pelt is draped over Snotlout's head, making Snotlout look less like the adult man he is and more like a pup wearing his mother's pelt. The jammy, tangy scent of elderberry soup wafts from the cooking pot.

"Darling," Eret starts, voice dropping into something tired. "My North star, my beautiful witch, light of my life." He steps closer with each pet name that leaves his lips until he finally reaches Snotlout's side. His arm curls around Snotlout's waist and he fights off the urge to push away the feverish man. "Does this look like rest to you?"

Another cough rattles Snotlout's chest. The younger man reeks of crushed mustard seed. It takes nearly a full minute for Snotlout's cough to clear, and in that time Eret guides him to sit back in their shared cot.

"I can't get better if I just sit around," Snotlout argues. He sounds awful, like he had been gargling gravel and Terror teeth, and Eret has to strain even his superior selkie senses to catch the raspy words.

Eret sighs as he pushes Snotlout into a supine position. "Surely you hear how ridiculous that sounds, darling." He doesn't know why he bothers arguing; he knows damn well by now that all that accomplishes is working Snotlout up.

"It isn't ridiculous, Eret," Snotlout snaps back. "It's perfectly reasonable for me to-" The younger viking is cut off by horrific hacking and coughing. Snotlout jolts up into a seated position and then doubles over until he's coughing up a lung into Eret's lap.

He hesitantly places a hand on Snotlout's back, his hand easily spanning from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and covering Snotlout's spine. Eret can feel the heat that radiates from Snotlout's body even through the younger man's tunic and the usually rather cool skin of Eret's pelt. "Easy, love," Eret says softly. "There it is."

Finally, the shuddering coughs subside, leaving Snotlout a trembling mess in Eret's lap.

Eret cradles Snotlout's flushed and clammy cheek in one hand-- the other still providing stability to Snotlout's back-- and tilts Snotlout's head back. He leans down and bunts his head against the younger man's feverish forehead. "Are you done?"

"You're a jerk," Snotlout mumbles quietly. Eret stays silent until Snotlout sighs-- the sound raspy and thick with mucus-- and buries his face into Eret's shoulder. "Yes."

A smirk pulls at Eret's lips. He scratches the nape of Snotlout's neck. "Yes what?" He teases.

In a flash of smoke Eret is left alone. In Snotlout's place sits a wheezing black bunny in a pile of fabric.

"You dramatic little beast," Eret groans. And yet, he still lifts Snotlout up and tucks the witch against his chest with a single hand.

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just remembered that i was given a door dash gift card. guess who's door dashing movie theater popcornnnnnnn

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🌹 from the ( . 人 . ) fic pretty please

of course, my liege ✨✨✨ in fact, I'll give you a full paragraph

For the past half an hour, Eret's eyes have been locked onto Snotlout's round chest. Tits, his mind supplies, they're massive tits. He regrets agreeing to go to the gym with Snotlout, he should have known that his little obsession would rear its ugly head. Of course Snotlout would decide to wear a muscle tee today instead of his usual sweatshirt. Of course the shorter man would decide that the one day Eret accepts his invite would be chest day. If Eret didn't know any better, he'd say that Snotlout was toying with him.

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Ship Bingo: Throk/Snotlout bc I'm chaotic and I do ship it - @translout

oh I have never considered this before oh my god!