#httyd au

[greatstarrylotus]

I watched a lot of Steven Universe growing up and the main character was an inspiration for my HTTYD OC, Auggie. So, it was about time the 2 finally met. And it looks like they're getting along quite well. I even made a fusion. He's called Augusteven BTW

(put this up cos Rebecca Sugar's birthday was 7 days ago)

[toxicitytea]

The characters that are currently being written out for my b.a.t au:

Chagthai Khan

Heather

The twins

Dagur

Ryker

[ravendacrow]

A drawing I did by request of @warrioa

I have beennnn drawing some things buttt have not posted any yet. I shall post this following week probably. :D

Warri posted green shirt version

[warrioa]

BY THE HEAVENS ABOVE @ravendacrow HAS MADE ME ANOTHER GORGEOUS PIECE OMG OMG OMG

It is for an unreleased fic of mine (working on it dw)

For anyone curious, Jack is a bounty hunter/assassin in this, he was hired by Grimmel to gather as much information about Berk and the Night Fury as possible before getting rid of Hiccup. Clearly he got a bit distracted 🤭

[sattbowie]

Feral!Snotlout raised by Monstrous Nightmares meeting Eret. 👀👀 I'm laughing thinking about it tbh - @translout

Okay, a strange, wild man and hunter meeting!

I initially thought of drawing it, but my creativity led me to write it (I sorry for my English and any errors; I didn't have time to correct them)

"I can feel it: today is our lucky day!" Eret, the leader of the dragon hunters, exclaimed excitedly as he finished disembarking from the ship onto the newly discovered island.

"Are you sure.. there are dragons here?" one of the men asked, sounding unconvinced by Eret’s words. "We’ve been going from island to island for hours without catching a single dragon. Dontcha think it’s time to maybe head back and tell Drago we didn't find any?"

Eret felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of that name, but he quickly composed himself, ready to retort against the stupidity of such a suicidal idea, a sound drifted out from the forest.

Everyone froze instantly; it was a growl (or perhaps something akin to a scream) unlike anything they had ever heard before.

Eret didn't care; if it was a new type of dragon, it might please Drago even more. So, while his men were still debating whether it had been a dragon or merely some strange forest beast, Eret was already venturing into the woods, sword drawn, with an arrogant smirk, he moved cautiously, scanning the forest shadows to locate the creature that had made the sound.

"Come on... you can't hide for long." The sound of snapping branches behind him made Eret’s smile widen; the hunter turned toward the noise, readying his sword to take down the dragon.

Drago always wanted the dragons alive, but Eret wasn't foolish enough to enter the woods with a potential dragon on the loose unarmed. As he drew closer to the sound amidst the tree shadows, he felt the strange sensation of a piercing gaze watching him. Eret stared back into the forest, searching for the source of that feeling, until he finally spotted something glinting in the shadows. The moment their eyes met, the hunter’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a look of confused bewilderment as he lowered his sword, unable to believe what he was seeing. "What-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the "dragon" knocked him to the ground in a surprise attack.

The creature–actually a man.–had pounced on Eret like a wild animal and was now straddling him, snarling right in his face while pinning him down with his body weight. All Eret could do was blink, trying to make sense of the situation; the strange man above him kept staring down with blindingly blue eyes, baring his teeth mere inches from Eret’s face. In that position, the hunter could feel the other man’s breath against his skin, and their noses brushed together a few times.

Eret struggled with all his might to break free from the stranger's weight; once he finally managed to shove the man off, he scrambled to his feet, bracing for a fight. After all, what the hell was another man doing in the woods, attacking him for absolutely no reason?

Eret then turned his attention to the stranger: a mass of hair covered nearly half his face, and his clothes looked improvised or stolen from some merchant, none of the garments seemed to go together, as if each had been taken from a different person. His attire was torn in several places, but what likely left Eret most confused and intrigued was the fact that the man was kneeling on the ground with his hands pressed against the earth, a posture that made it seem as though Eret were facing a small dragon rather than another human being.

It was bizarre; the stranger stared at Eret without saying a word, emitting only snarls and grunts. Eret had no idea what was happening, nor did he know why he was so curious about the strange little man before him.

"What the hell are you?" Eret started to ask, stepping toward the young man again, but after just one step, the man bared his teeth and let out an even louder growl (if that were even possible) His eyes shifted from Eret to the sword in his hand; it took the hunter a moment to grasp the meaning, but he eventually realized and slowly dropped the weapon to the ground. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I didn't come here to fight, whatever kind of person you might be, okay?" Eret waited in silence for a response, but there was nothing… just absolute silence, devoid of the growls and noises from before. After getting no reply, Eret gave it some thought and decided to test a theory. "Do you happen to understand what I'm saying?" Once again, there was no verbal answer, but he did receive a nod.

"Right, look, I don't have time to deal with whatever this shit is; I've got a real dragon to ca’ch." Eret turned to grab the sword he’d left on the ground, only to find it simply gone. "What the hell!?" He barely had time to react before a growl..

A real dragon's growl sounded right behind him.

The last thing he saw before the tail of a Monstrous Nightmare slammed him into a tree, knocking him unconscious on impact. was the stranger standing before him again, dragon at his side; then, Eret’s eyes rolled back as the throbbing pain in his back and head took over.

"Why take so long to kill him?" Hookfang growled at his little brother, looking with utter disdain at the human he had just flung against the tree.

Snotlout shouted back, but then his gaze shifted to the hunter's unconscious form, and he felt something strange in his chest. He approached slowly, ignoring Hookfang’s clear disapproval.

The dragon didn't like the idea and wanted his brother to keep a safer distance from the potential threat. Snotlout paid little heed and decided to investigate who Eret was. While absentmindedly fiddling with the layers of hide, which didn't seem to belong to Eret himself, but rather to another creature. Snotlout’s fingers brushed against an exposed patch of Eret’s chest. Eret let out a low grunt at the sudden touch but remained unconscious.

Driven by curiosity, Snotlout let his fingers touch the skin again; it was different from the scales his nest-mates had. He noticed something even stranger: a mark on the hunter’s skin, a mark he was certain he had seen before on other dragons, dead dragons. It appeared to be a fresh scar; much of the skin was still a vivid red, and it looked painful.

When Snotlout lightly touched the mark on the man (who had previously only been muttering but now wore a pained expression with tense shoulders) he pulled his fingers away as if burned by fire. Snotlout leaned in again, this time until his nose brushed against the unconscious man's cheek; he sniffed, trying to detect anything amiss, but all he could smell was the strong scent of sea salt, though there was something else mixed in, something Snotlout couldn't quite decipher. He would have continued his investigation if not for Hookfang, who was rapidly losing patience with his little brother’s curiosity (which rivaled that of a meddlesome Terrible Terror hatchling) Snotlout was about to complain about Hookfang’s impatience when the sound of footsteps echoed from across the forest, followed by the arrival of voices, so many voices that Snotlout scrambled back into a defensive stance, his hands and fingernails digging into the grass. Hookfang went on alert too, but he reacted faster than Snotlout; without hesitation or gentleness, he grabbed his brother’s small body with his hind legs and took off into the treetops, staying out of sight of any intruders in the woods. Snotlout thrashed and snarled curses at the Monstrous Nightmare, who simply snorted smoke in his face, clearly not caring one bit about his complaints.

Meanwhile, Eret finally woke up after being found by his team of trappers; his head ached, but he could remember what had happened. However, he had no time to dwell on the past, he had dragons to deliver to Drago and wasn't about to return empty-handed again, so he left the forest to continue his hunt on another island.

[eaterofdust]

idk about villian versions of the riders but. now lemme cook here.

toothless with a gun. there

And we thought httyd2/3 toothless was op...

[toxicitytea]

I'm really curious to know about Fishlegs in your au (b.a.t)

Fishlegs Ingerman:

An enthusiastic boy with a love for nature. Fishlegs adores dragon species and will actively research ones that are new to him. When he was a child, Fishlegs was taught that life, at that time, wasn't going to be nice to him and that he shouldn't expect it to. And so, he stopped expecting. For most of his youth, Fishlegs was a realist that didn't have much people skills. People found him odd, annoying, and out of place.

He didn't have many friends as a kid, thus he found himself reading. Reading was an escape. Drowning himself in books for hours at a time to distract himself from the war in the world. By the time he was in his teens, Fishlegs was extremely intelligent about dragons, plants, mythology, etc. Only then did people start to find a use for him. They called him in for strategical suggestions and such other.

Fishlegs was happy with his role. Even if he was aware he was simply being used for his smarts. For years, he was never around kids his age and now he was surrounded by older people who, to him, wanted to hear him speak his mind. Seeing as he was highly intelligent about dragons, Stoick decided to add him into The Riders.

At first, he was very awkward and very much wanted to get out of the group, but Hiccup was able to befriend him very easily. He made Fishlegs feel included. Not just because he needed him to spell out very simple things like the adults, but because Hiccup was interested in Fishlegs' thoughts and opinions.

Fishlegs is very internally desperate for people to listen to him because they voluntarily want to. He has many ideas and thoughts he'd love to share with someone else, but he's also afraid that they won't be interested. He's a big yapper and will almost immediately shut down if someone shows they are disinterested in the conversation.

Fishlegs hates conflict and will actively avoid it, often becoming a rug to step on by other people. Although he doesn't have much people skills, he know how to get people to calm down. However, his method isn't exactly that good. If he were to be yelled at by someone, Fishlegs is quick to stroke their ego and try to please them. He hates conflict due to the fact that he had never been confronted by it beforehand. When he was a kid, people ignored him. When he was a teen, people ignored him. The only time he felt needed was those moments when he was called into the great hall for strategic planning within the war.

He's a real people pleaser and doesn't fight well as he was never trained (or really acknowledged) by his parents. If he's faced with a situation where people pleasing isn't enough to defuse the situation, he'll simply stay quiet and let the other have the last word in these arguments. Afterwards, he'd go quiet for quite some time, afraid that if he'd talk, someone would explode at him again.

Sorry for taking so long with this 🥲

[aesthetic-with-anxiety]

time for more Fear and Dragons/How to train your Funger! Today, we have the dragons I think some of the party members from Funger one would have or ride! (Courtesy of SOD)

I think Cahara would have a silvery Sword Stealer! It’s in the name. I imagine he calls it Sabbath, after that sword he has in that one ending that he shouldn’t have

I think D’arce would have a white Sand Wraith, for its Fury body type and regal appearance. I think the Sand Wraith could be named Faith, and it’s very high maintenance.

I’ve always pictured Enki with a Sentinel. He doesn’t seem like the boulder class type, but something about them just works. Idk what he’d name it tho.

As for Ragnvaldr, I think he’d have a common Rockstomper. A humble, hardy stoker with a preference for red meat! Maybe he names it Pinecone. Idk

The girl, (who in this AU is named Farah by the people of Berk who take her in) would have a Terrible Terror. She’s too young to fly, but she got very attached to a small dragon. Plus, the god she becomes gives the skill Mastery over Vermin, which dragons are regarded as.

And for fun, if Nas’hrah was ever to have himself a dragon, he’d accept nothing less than her majesty herself, The Red Death.