Jun 16
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Light Fury to go with This Toothless
The Hidden World is only good if you don't think about it. And I'm not breaking any new ground by saying that, but it's true.
This isn't a super detailed analysis about why it's so bad. It's literally just me ranting because I only watched it once when it first came out a few years ago. I hated it. But a few of my friends liked it for some reason and I decided that maybe I was being too harsh, so I gave it another chance.
But I was right.
I thought I was just being judgemental but no! Hiccup and Toothless' friendship means so much to me. And it also means so much to Berk. Their friendship helped Berk become more dragon-friendly. Hiccup was a pioneer of change and suddenly now the movie is trying to say that Hiccup doesn't like change???? Why???????
Toothless was with Hiccup through his darkest times and vice versa. That's kind of what the two movies and shows were about. Through thick and thin they were always there for eachother. They literally helped eachother fly. And now suddenly because of a bad guy that was (in my opinion) FAR less threatening than the ones they faced in the show, Toothless has to leave?????
The movie really, really pissed me off. It felt like it was TRYING to convey a deep message but nothing about it was really deep. Something about 'letting go' and 'letting Toothless be his own person' and 'accept change' and I'm like..???? Why did the movie act like Hiccup was holding Toothless hostage the whole time????
I don't get why they have to separate for the movie to have a deep message or to be more mature.
I'm saying that The Hidden World is only good if you don't think about it because it's true. If you look at it from a very surface-level point of view you could go "wow.. This movie is so good. It teaches us that you and your best friend could be close but still let them be their own person. Change is constant and we should always strive to change and never be stagnant <3" but then if you think about that for more than a few seconds you'd go "wait, no. That's actually stupid."
Not the sentiment itself. But it's the fact that you could easily watch or read another piece of media with that exact message written way better. How to Train your Dragon doesn't need a whole movie to convey that message. And the movie they made to convey that message wasn't even good.
The only way I can describe it is that it feels like it was trying to appeal to older teens who liked the original movie but wants to be seen as edgy and mature because they think liking the original one is cringe now.
I wish I'd seen more of Fishlegs taking care of the baby Gronckle... I think about it every day
Dude...
They should have made grimmel one of the twins unhindged familly member
They alredy look alike
Some Astrid sketches from a month ago that I only just finished
Learning Your Scars.
An unfinished snippet from a chapter from my fic, "The Things We'd Do For Love".
Eret stopped mid-sentence.
“You know, after this little… accident we had, I was thinking a lot. And, well, I thought it might be time for me to…”
The words died in his throat.
Skullcrusher had frozen.
The Rumblehorn stood utterly still near the hearth, his green eyes wide, fixed entirely on him. Not angry. Not frightened. Something deeper. Something that rooted itself beneath Eret’s ribs and held on.
Slowly, the dragon’s gaze travelled across his body.
Over every bruise mottling his skin.
Every half-healed cut.
Every old bite mark and warped scar tissue twisted pale beneath the firelight.
And then it landed on the brand burned into his chest.
Eret’s stomach dropped as he understood what was going on.
“Oh. Uh…” He stepped back quickly, scrambling for literally anything to cover himself with. “Sorry, Skullcrusher. I didn’t mean to, just…” A strained laugh escaped him, thin as paper. “Shouldn’t really have done that, should I? I’ll just go put something on and…”
The rumble stopped him.
Low. Deep. Resonating through the wooden floorboards.
Eret froze.
Skullcrusher moved toward him slowly, carefully, each heavy step deliberate. The dragon’s nostrils flared as he approached, taking in the scent of old blood, healing wounds, burned flesh. Hurt. Hurt everywhere.
He had seen glimpses before. A scar beneath his shirt. Marks exposed during work. Fragments.
Never all of it.
Now it lay before him like a map carved into skin.
Too many wounds.
Too many places where pain had settled and never fully left.
And that thing burned over Eret’s chest…
That brand.
That mark of hate and ownership.
The dragon let out another sound, quieter this time. Not a growl. Not even really a rumble. Something softer. A sound Eret had never heard him make before.
Something inside Skullcrusher ached.
Protect.
Mend.
Clean the wound.
Keep alive.
The instincts came swift and ancient as dawn.
Eret didn’t move as Skullcrusher finally reached him. He looked stunned more than anything else, caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.
Cautiously, the Rumblehorn lowered his head.
Like approaching something wounded enough that sudden movement might make it bolt.
His snout pressed gently against Eret’s chest.
The breath that left Eret trembled apart before it fully escaped him.
Warm air rolled across scarred skin. The steady heat of dragon breath seeped into him, grounding him, anchoring him there in the flickering firelight.
And something inside him cracked wide open.
Not because of magic. Not because of destiny.
Because after so long, he was being seen.
All of him.
Not the hunter. Not the trapper. Not the man he used to be.
Just Eret.
Skullcrusher had already dragged him through nightmares, grief, guilt sharp enough to split bone. He had stayed through all of it. But this…
This was different.
Now the dragon could see every ugly part laid bare beneath the firelight, and he did not recoil.
He leaned closer.
Eret’s knees finally gave out beneath him. Slowly, he slid down against the wall until he was sitting on the floorboards, breath uneven.
Skullcrusher followed immediately, curling partway around him without thought, his massive body shielding him from the room as naturally as drawing breath.
“…Skullcrusher, I…” Eret whispered.
The dragon huffed softly against his shoulder before nudging his chin upward.
Then, carefully, he began tending to him.
The first touch landed over the brand.
Eret flinched instinctively as the dragon’s warm tongue brushed against the warped white flesh there, slow and deliberate. The sensation was strange. Familiar in the way dragon grooming had grown to be, yet unbearably intimate like this.
For a second, he pulled away.
Skullcrusher immediately stilled.
Waiting.
Never forcing.
The pause shattered something in Eret far more thoroughly than pain ever could.
Slowly, shakily, he leaned back in.
Another low rumble rolled through the dragon’s chest, vibrating against Eret’s ribs like distant thunder. Contentment. Reassurance. Mine to protect.
Not mine to own.
The difference nearly undid him.
Skullcrusher moved slowly from there.
Over older scars first. The ones silvered with time. His tongue swept carefully across each mark, patient and methodical, the same way dragons groomed torn scales or old battle wounds within their groups.
Every touch made Eret twitch.
Not because it was unpleasant.
Because he wasn’t used to tenderness arriving where pain usually lived.
Again and again, he flinched instinctively beneath the warmth and wet pressure.
Again and again, he leaned back in.
Skullcrusher never rushed him.
Each time Eret recoiled, even slightly, the dragon would still immediately, waiting with quiet, aching patience until Eret settled again. Only then would he continue, rumbling softly beneath his breath.
Safe.
Safe.
Still here.
The newer wounds came next.
Those hurt.
The split skin along his shoulder burned beneath the dragon’s touch, and Eret sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as Skullcrusher cleaned the injury with slow, deliberate care.
His body tried to pull away automatically.
Years of instinct screamed at him to hide hurt, conceal weakness, survive first and feel later.
But Skullcrusher’s rumble rolled through him like distant thunder against stone.
So Eret stayed.
Even when it stung.
Even when it ached.
He stayed.
Then Skullcrusher reached his ribs.
The dragon paused immediately.
A low sound vibrated in his chest, deeper now. Distressed.
Carefully, he nosed along Eret’s side, feeling the bruising hidden beneath skin and flesh. Eret tensed hard at the contact before he could stop himself, pain flashing white-hot through his side.
Skullcrusher stopped at once.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then the dragon drew back slightly, eyes fixed on him.
Waiting.
The choice was Eret’s.
The realization hit harder than the pain did.
No one had ever stopped before.
Not when he hurt.
Not when he was afraid.
Not when his body gave warning after warning.
But Skullcrusher waited.
Eret swallowed hard before, slowly, carefully, he leaned sideways into the dragon’s touch again.
Permission.
Trust.
The rumble that left Skullcrusher then was so soft Eret almost felt it more than heard it.
And when the dragon finally tended the bruised rib, impossibly gentle despite his size, Eret let his eyes fall shut against the sting.
It hurt.
Gods, it hurt.
But beneath the pain was something warmer.
Something steady.
For once, being touched did not mean being harmed.
And maybe that was why Eret’s hands shook when he finally reached up and placed them against the side of Skullcrusher’s jaw, holding on like a drowning man clutching wreckage after a storm.
Not because he was breaking.
Because, very slowly, he was learning he no longer had to survive alone.
And for the first time in years, Eret did not feel the need to hide.
Not his sins.
Not his mistakes.
Not the marks they had left behind.
He was seen with them.
And still loved.
Eret closed his eyes as the dragon curled more firmly around him, warm and steady as a living hearth.
Held.
At last, held.
I'm pretty sure that the back of Skullcrusher's saddle is detachable, because normally, it looks like this,
But in this scene
The back seems to be missing. That's a great detail, because I don't think that riding a dragon for long periods of time with this back would be comfortable.
And don't YOU DARE tell me this isn't Skullcrusher's saddle Eret's carrying I swear I'll teleport there myself and explain as to why that is his saddle.
Plus I'm really sorry for the quality 😞
I will get around to answering everyone’s well wishes, but first I have to show you what my partners got me!!! It’s absolutely beautiful, and so well done. It looks even better in real life than what a camera can portray. I was stunned speechless when I opened it, and then happy flapped despite my body hating that movement now, because I just couldn’t contain my love and excitement!
The video doesn’t contain any strobing or flashing despite the piece having those settings. Definitely not something I can do. In the video it’s just a fade through all the colors.