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[evilwriter37]

Could we maybe get Tufflout for the recovery sex pls?

Sorry this took me so long to get to! Thank you for requesting! I adore Tufflout!

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Rated: mature

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse

Pairings: Tuffnut/Snotlout

Word Count: 624

Summary: Snotlout isn't at all used to praise, and reacts badly when Tuffnut gives it to him.

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"Baby, you did so well."

Snotlout couldn't help it, but he cringed at Tuffnut's praise.

Tuffnut, curled naked against his back, noticed.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"It's, uh..." Snotlout didn't know how to explain. It was so messed up that he was cringing at being praised. He deserved it, didn't he? It had been his first time taking Tuffnut's cock, and he had done well. It had barely hurt! "It's the praise."

Tuffnut leaned on his elbow, rested his head on his fist. Snotlout was feeling brave enough to roll around to face him.

"You don't like praise?"

"I'm... not used to it." That was what Snotlout thought it was. "And any praise I get from my dad is usually when I do something that I didn't want to do."

Tuffnut furrowed his brow. "But I'm not your dad."

Snotlout laughed. "No, thank the gods!" He met Tuffnut's gaze, but then pulled his eyes away, feeling uncomfortable. He began tracing imaginary designs into his boyfriend's chest.

"He's really in your psyche," Tuffnut said. "That's messed up."

Snotlout shrugged. The more he was away from his father, the more he was learning that his treatment of him wasn't right. However, he didn't want to address it right now, not after having wonderful sex with his boyfriend.

Though, that was something that his father would certainly disapprove of: being with a man, and being argr, nonetheless.

"Do you want me to degrade you?" Tuffnut asked.

Snotlout laughed again, the sound much more forced and awkward this time. "Not really. Not when we're not fucking, at least."

"So you want me to degrade you when we're fucking?"

"I guess?" Snotlout felt weird saying it. He figured that it would be something he would like. "But that's not the issue right now."

Tuffnut sighed, taking Snotlout's hand off his chest. Snotlout just looked at their intertwined fingers instead of his eyes.

"Look, Snotlout, I mean what I said," Tuffnut said. "Bottoming isn't easy all the time. You took it like a champ."

Snotlout snorted.

"No, you did." Tuffnut put his other hand beneath Snotlout's chin, and Snotlout let him tip his head upwards. He met his eyes, and Tuffnut was looking uncharacteristically sincere. Then again, he could be serious and sincere and endearing. Snotlout had learned that while dating him. He wasn't all just jokes and feigned idiocy. "I'm sorry that you're having trouble with praise."

Snotlout's tongue felt thick in his mouth. No one had ever addressed it like that before.

"Th-thank you."

"We can work on it, you know," Tuffnut told him. He released his chin, ran his hand down over his arm. Snotlout tingled pleasantly at the touch. "You don't have to feel bad about praise."

Snotlout simply nodded. He wasn't quite sure what to say. Was that something he wanted to work on? Or was he just going to leave his father's damage where it was? It would certainly be easier to just leave it.

"But we don't have to do that now," Tuffnut said, noticing Snotlout's despondence at the idea. "For now... we can just cuddle."

Snotlout smiled as Tuffnut's arm wrapped around him and he was pulled close. He put his arms around Tuffnut's waist, buried his head against his shoulder. Tuffnut may joke about not bathing all that often, but really, he kept as clean as the rest of them. He smelled nice.

"Thanks, Tuff."

"Anything for you, my man."

Snotlout smiled, and snuggled closer to Tuffnut. For now, his father's damage could rest where it was, heavy in his chest. For now, he could pretend that he was okay, that there was nothing wrong and never had been. For now, he was with his boyfriend, and he loved him.

[ask-viggo-and-dagur]

Haha so you did. Well it’s too late! *yeets baby changewing directly at you*

Viggo and Dagur both dodge out of the way and stare at the baby dragon on the ground.

Viggo: Are you going to return that to its parent?

Dagur: Aw, don't make them! It's kind of cute!

[evilwriter-originals]

My absolutely beautiful Christmas gift from @lashlamb13!! This edit took her 16 hours and she learned how to draw snow for it. I’m stunned and grateful. Amazing!

[vthemoth]

Today I wa walking with my cousin @lashlamb13, and she starts talking about Star Trek and a creature that I’m 100% sure is just an Itt ripoff from TheAdams family and how it’s called a tribble and a proximately 0.007 seconds after showing me how it looks she starts singing 🎶 it’s all about the space bout the space no tribbles🎶 and now I’m sitting here having to accept that this, indeed, is my life.

[gremlin-that-commits-arson]

On today's antics:

Me and my gf were looking for an envelope in her room, we did not find said envelope, but we did find bubble swords and she was like "would you like a sword fight" then continued searching and then went "I'm serious." As if I had not known she was.

Anyway, she's a bitch with a sword and I finally disarmed her, only for her sword to start spewing water and so we're both staring each other in the eye for a second and then we're panicking. She says "well what do we do now" I suggest opening it, and she says that before we do that, we should go to the bathroom to be safe.

Cut to us in the bathroom, the door closed, and we find out that the cause of the sword malfunction was a crack running along the side.

We decide to leave the sword in the bathroom, she's like "we were never here, we know nothing" and I supply "There is no war in Ba Sing Se"(mind you, we are cackling and giggling this whole time), she laughs even harder and says "There are no broken swords in Ba Sing Se"

[fictionalnormalcy]

A plot bunny has come to me! I’d like to thank @lashlamb13 for this wonderful post, which inspired me to take upon a new fic!

First off, those eyes look super wonderful. He looks delightfully creepy as he watches you with that calculated stare. The abnormal colors make it all the more intense.

I began to think of a way I could integrate those offsetting eye colors into a fic. Then making me think of God AUs, mainly where Hiccup had those powerful abilities of deity. For this circumstance, why not have it be Viggo instead?

It became all the more enticing to think about just what kind of threat he would be for Viggo as a freaking deity to have such an interest in Hiccup. In coming to brainstorm it, I have come up with some elements.

Viggo is a born deity, not a mortal who proved themselves worthy of godship. He committed something the gods were not in approval of, stripped of most of his power, and sent down to Midgard. Told that he could only ascend to his former power once he proved himself worthy. However, it doesn’t work to how the gods wished it. He couldn’t age, and was not as vulnerable as a mortal, still take more than a mere blade to strike him down. Sure he could no longer teleport anywhere, couldn’t appear as he wished, but what he came to find is he liked living among the mortals.

Coming to the decision that he didn’t want to prove himself worthy to the gods and instead remain in his new stead. In an ambitious state, he takes a stance of leadership, taking the role of chief of the Dragon Hunters. Doing so by manipulating memories, even having Ryker believe he was his younger brother who came to bear the mantle. Although, he took upon integrating himself into the Grimborn clan for a specific reason. Hearing about how an ancestor of this family had created a device which created an extensive archive of dragon knowledge, knowing it was something the gods not even deigned to have.

Given he was in a mortal body, he began to prepare plans in order to breach The Reaper and obtain the device. Even he wouldn’t make it through the booby-trapped ship without being killed, and still weighed the option if sacrificing enough men would guarantee the device reaches his hands. But he hadn’t yet made the decision in taking a heavy risk, when Ryker comes to him informing him of their newest recruit, Dagur. Saying that someone Dagur was enemies with had breached the ship, and been able to retrieve the device and emerge in one piece.

A one-legged 18-year-old boy who had tamed a Night Fury of all dragons, a young mortal able to board such a dangerous ship and retrieve the device. He asks Ryker to get Dagur to tell him all he could about the new adversary, then comes to steal it from him in the end.

Back when he had made his decision to stay on Midgard, he had sworn to keep his godly identity a secret, but in finding out about Hiccup, he reveals the secret to a single person. When he knew Hiccup was making eye contact, his eyes would change. Causing Hiccup to insist that Viggo wasn’t human, though unable to prove how right he was.

Here’s hoping I can get this WIP going quick enough, but thank you very much for the new idea @lashlamb13!

[evilwriter37]

💔🦾 🔪 with the head-canon aks for Viggo

An angsty headcanon: Viggo's grandfather victim blamed him for the Monstrous Nightmare attack that resulted in the scars on his neck.

A disability headcanon: Speaking of those scars, they cause Viggo a great deal of pain that sometimes runs down into his shoulder.

A headcanon relating to fighting/violence: Viggo is an incredibly adept fighter, but tries to avoid it. He'd rather use words than get into a physical altercation.

[evilwriter37]

@lashlamb13 talking about her Good Omens AU: “I’m leaning towards an angel. I can always drop her down the ineffable elevator shaft if I change my mind.”