#Prompt: Starlight

[avaantares]

Guardian Bonus Bingo: Starlight (Amnesty edition)

<recipe blog intro> Sooo the past month has been one of the months of all time, between yet another bout of COVID (it's still a thing, get your booster!) and the whole workshop reg explosion (I covered that on my main rather than here, but basically it meant two weeks of panic), and then the nonsense happening with the next con I'm booked at (heavy 😒 face) which is o n g o i n g

ANYWAY

All that to say that I've not been on Tumblr regularly since... uh... the second week of July? and the majority of everything posted since then was just my queue running out. While I did remember to look up the @guardianbingo prompts and even managed to produce some content, I wasn't online to actually post said content. Thank goodness for the amnesty period.

I remember writing something for the Frustration prompt, but I... don't exactly remember where that file ended up 😅 so I'm posting Starlight first. </recipe blog>

Like the first two fills, this one is a scene that will slot into my AU YOHE fic Picture Imperfect, which will resume posting just as soon as I have two consecutive minutes free to actually edit the thing (which will not be this month. Fingers crossed for September).

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It was well past sunset when Shen Wei appeared at their usual meeting place at the watchpost. Zhao Yunlan was stretched out on his back in the sparse grass. He’d barely registered the approaching footfalls when he was jolted to awareness by the alarm in Shen Wei’s voice. “Kunlun?”

“What?” Zhao Yunlan half-rolled to his side and craned his neck to look at him—or at least in the direction of his voice. He could just make out a deeper darkness silhouetted against the night sky. “What is it?”

“You—” Shen Wei froze, halfway to a crouch beside him. “Are you all right?”

“Fine. Shouldn’t I be?” Zhao Yunlan strained his ears for any cries of warning or sounds of battle from below, but the night was still. “Is something wrong?”

“I thought you were… unwell.” Slowly, Shen Wei sank the rest of the way to his level. “Why are you lying on the ground?”

Zhao Yunlan dropped back to his recumbent position. “I was just looking at the sky.”

Shen Wei looked up. “Is there something noteworthy about it?”

“Just how many stars there are. It’s so dark tonight, you can really see them.” Thousands upon thousands of them, sprinkled across the sky, dense as the sand on a beach. Without the moon or artificial light to compete with their soft glimmering, the entire canopy stretching overhead seemed alive. Even the darkest parts were shaded with faint speckles, once you looked closely. “I’ve never seen a sky so full of stars.”

“Dahuangshan has no view of the sky? I thought the mountain air would be clearer.”

“They’re… obscured, where I’m from. Too much haze in the air. The light from people’s lamps bounces off it and makes it hard to see through.”

Shen Wei was silent for a moment. “There used to be more of them. Before the Calamity.”

Zhao Yunlan squinted at his silhouette. “What, the meteor knocked stars out of the sky? That doesn’t seem very likely.”

“The ash and debris thrown into the heavens from the impact blotted out the sunlight and plunged the world into sudden winter. Some of the dust fell back to the surface in the years of black snow, but the researchers say that much of it stayed high in the air, circling Haixing. They can tell somehow, with the sacred machines.”

So apparently the spaceship computer analyzed climate data, too. He really needed to get a proper look at one of those “sacred machines.”

Not tonight, though. Tonight, he was on a date—not that his companion would recognize it as such, or even know what one was. “Do you remember it?” Zhao Yunlan asked. “The sky, before the meteor? Or—no, I suppose you were still in Dixing then, weren’t you?”

“No,” Shen Wei answered quietly. Zhao Yunlan assumed he meant he couldn’t remember until he added, “I didn’t see Dixing until much later. I was born on the surface.”

“You were?” Zhao Yunlan rolled upright and shifted around to face him, though it was too dark to see. His Shen Wei had always been so tight-lipped about his past, he hadn’t expected the younger version to share anything about himself. “Where?”

“West of here.” Apparently that was all he was willing to share, because something rounded and warm was suddenly pushed into Zhao Yunlan’s hand. “I brought food. Eat while it’s hot.”

Zhao Yunlan patted around the edge of the bowl until he found the handle of a spoon poking out of it. “I had supper with the men, you know.”

“I saw what you had for supper. You need to eat more.”

Zhao Yunlan could have protested, but Shen Wei was probably right—and he wasn’t about to discourage the man from feeding him, not when he knew what culinary bliss awaited him in the distant future. He sampled the substance in the bowl. It wasn’t exactly congee, since they’d run out of rice days ago, but the texture was similar. He detected bits of wild onion and a few shreds of meat mixed in with the porridge. “What am I eating?”

“Millet, primarily. Unless you mean the rabbit.”

“We have rabbit?”

“The hunters were fortunate. They discovered a warren and brought back several.”

Rabbit wasn’t his favorite dish, but he was grateful for the additional protein. Except for the occasional smoked fish, his meals lately had been lean portions of grain and a selection of increasingly unpalatable vegetables. Even a small supplement of boiled millet and a few bites of meat might give his body the energy it needed to finish healing, and he wanted his leg back to normal as soon as possible.

When he’d finished eating, he set the bowl on the grass and maneuvered around so he could lean back against one of the boulders. “It’s been over a month,” he murmured, gazing up at the sky again. “We left Jiangyan right before the new moon, remember? That means I’ve been here around five weeks.” Air escaped him in a slow sigh. “I wonder how things are back home.”

[captainmvf]

Back at it again with trying to make a cool piece with Rusty and stars with a blue backdrop/scene.

[masempaix]

Hughie: everyone hate me

Y/n: I don’t hate you

Hughie: Really? What you like about me?

Y/n: Your boss, Billy Butcher

Hughie: . . .

Butcher: Can’t blame her now aren’t we

[bowflare]

Did some more color challenge art!!!

Top Right : Xenon belongs to Me

The Rest: Do Not Belong to Me

[heels125]

If Electra and his dastardly polycule could eat and weren’t trains they would all have digestive problems. They seem like a gang of tummy aches survivors idk what it is. They just have that gi issue vibe

[gluemuncher69]

Braking bad

The idea came to me in bio so now everyone has to see it

[serendippertyy]

So......I think A4 with Trixie and Starlight Glimmer.....would be good soup

i feel so strongly abt startrix.....💙💜💙💜

[fuckyeahhiccannamonth]

Oh wow, this is beautiful!!! The colors are so rich and vivid and the editing/lighting with Anna in the top pic is flawless :O Like she's so smoothly blended it looks like a screenshot!!

But seriously, I love the mood here. Like the edit kind of gives off the vibe that this is how Hiccup sees the world when Anna's nearby--as this bright, lush, and vibrant place. The same soothing feel as a summer forest, maybe, where life is abundant and thriving, but also this air of mystery and intrigue where you feel like anything's possible (hence forests being in so many fantastical tales lol). If that makes any sense? Like this is Hiccup's Anna Lens, and it's a comforting home and a grand adventure all at once.

But this also lends itself so painfully well to the idea of Pining Hiccup, and I adore it. Like I'm imagining Hiccup spending a lifetime chasing Anna, faithfully sticking by her side on every last peril-filled quest and escapade, hoping that someday--someday--she'll realize how he feels about her. She'll dramatically sweep him into her arms, yank him out of the way of the newest threat and confess her undying love.

But Anna--gorgeous, incredible, clueless Anna--never seems to get the picture. Hiccup finds himself asking sometimes if it's even worth it anymore. Either Anna will never figure it out, or worse...she damn well knows, and she's faking the obliviousness so as not to have to go through the painful awkwardness of turning him down.

But deep down...he knows he's in this for the long haul, no matter how futile it seems sometimes. Because she makes him feel alive like no one else quite can. Because he couldn't let her go if he tried, and his blood boils at the very thought. Because there are few things in the world he fears more than Anna slipping away from him, deciding she's tired of his company and leaving him behind.

Because all he's ever wanted is to hold her in his arms.

Absolutely perfect choice of text, by the way. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is one all-out ride-or-die mf, and in any world where he met Anna...I don't think he'd ever be able to stop reaching for her. Trying to spark something between them. His whole life, she's the starshine he just can't stop chasing after.

And hell--even if they end up together, he'll still follow Anna's starlight wherever it goes.

Incredible job on this!!! This might be one of my favorites of your edits :D Thank you for your submission, Autie!!! Excited to read your fics!!!

{hold you in my arms}

My editing has returned back to this account! I finally had motivation to edit my OTP again and just in time for their month!

Week 1, Day 5: Starlight — Muse

Starlight

I will be chasing a starlight

Until the end of my life

I don't know if it's worth it anymore

@fuckyeahhiccannamonth

[wintercourtweek]

It's officially time, friends!

Below, you'll find the prompts for @wintercourtweek. These prompts are designed to let you flex those creative muscles and celebrate the season freely.

Divider courtesy of @tsunami-of-tears.

Day 1 (Sunday, December 15th): High Lords, Ladies, and Emissaries

Day 2 (Monday, December 16th): Traditions and Festivities

Day 3 (Tuesday, December 17th): Folklore and Fairytales

Day 4 (Wednesday, December 18th): Cold and Cozy

Day 5 (Thursday, December 19th): Gifts, Wishes, and Winter Dreams

Day 6 (Friday, December 20th): Friends and Family

Day 7 (Saturday, December 21st): Winter Solstice / Free Day

As a reminder, rules and regulations can be found here.

Let's make this a fun and festive week together!

[viccyfics]

10 and 15 for porter lumber slick and hydra perhaps 👀👀👀

Thank you for the prompt!

(prompt list)

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Freight were known to be close, just like family even if they came from different yards, it was strange, almost unheard of for one of them not to be attached at the hip with the others, but Porter couldn’t help it, he wanted to be as close with them as they were with each other…but he couldn’t. He hated it when Lumber would try and wrap an arm around his shoulders, or when Slick would jump out at him, or even when Hydra wanted a high-five, it just got too much sometimes.

Maybe that was because sometimes he had to remind himself they weren’t like the freight at his old yard, but he knew that no one here wanted to hurt him, not even as a joke, but still, it was like his mind sometimes forgot, his old yard had been…difficult, He was the youngest, and the smallest, which made him an easy target for a bit of “friendly banter” as they liked to call it.

Rough pats on the back, a hand on his shoulder that squeezed a little too hard, always yelling in his ear then laughing when he flinched. And he let it happen, because back then, he thought that’s what affection was, that’s how he thought it had to be.

Then one night, they rolled out without him, with no warning, no goodbyes, they were just gone when Porter woke up, forcing him to find another yard, but not many needed coal trucks anymore, so he was lucky to have found the Royal Victoria yard when he did.

“-and Slick says she didn’t mean to scare you, but you know how she is, no impulse control.”

Porter blinked, the noise of the yard returned like someone had turned the volume back on, and he realised Lumber was sitting next to him, close, but not too close and had been talking for a while.

“…Sorry,” Porter muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t really listening.”

Lumber let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, I noticed. Thought I’d just keep going in case you came back.”

“Was I that obvious?”

“Kinda. You get this look, like your body’s here but the rest of you is somewhere far off.”

“Sorry.”

Lumber gave him a shrug, “It’s fine, and Momma told Slick off anyway, says she shouldn’t have jumped out at you like that.”

Porter huffed out a breath through his nose, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “She didn’t mean anything by it. I know that.”

“Yeah, but still, Just ‘cause she didn’t mean harm doesn't mean it didn’t shake you,” Lumber frowned “You don’t gotta pretend it didn’t, we all saw you flinch, I thought she accidentally punched you or something.”

Porter didn’t answer at first. He picked at a flake of rust on the edge of the crate he was sitting on, just so he could avoid looking Lumber in the eyes, “It’s not her fault,” he said quietly. “It’s just stuff from before. My old yard was loud but you couldn’t tell if someone was messing around or about to knock your couplers loose.”

Lumber’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard, a lump in his throat forming, “Have you told Momma?”

Porter shook his head slowly, he couldn’t tell her, he didn’t even want to tell Lumber, but it did lift a small weight off his shoulders now that he’d told someone. Maybe he could tell Momma…maybe.

“Here.” Momma smiled, handing Porter a mug of hot chocolate as they huddled around the barrel fire like they did most evenings.

“Thanks, Momma.” Porter smiled back taking the mug, using it to warm up both of his hands. Slick was halfway through telling a story about something that Greaseball had done a few days before, but he wasn’t paying much attention, and judging by the faces of the other’s around him, no one was either, they were all tired of her Greaseball stories, and tired of the Diesel herself.

Momma had disappeared back into her shed, Rusty following after her, leaving the four to talk around the fire.

Slick stood up from her crate, mug down on the floor with her hands on her hips, “Tough crowd tonight, huh?”

Hydra sighed looking up at her, “Sorry…but you already told us that story.”

“Yesterday.” Lumber groaned, “You told that story yesterday.”

Slick narrowed her eyes, then grinned. “Okay, okay, but you know what doesn’t get old?”

Hydra raised an eyebrow, “If you say Greaseball again, I’m throwing up.”

“No,” Slick laughed. “Hugs. C’mon, Freight Fam group hug!”

“Oh no,” Lumber muttered, already scooting back. “Don’t you start.”

Hydra pulled a face “Please no, I’m holding cocoa.”

But Slick was already in motion, stepping forward with open arms. “Group hug, C’mon, it’s mandatory now. Freight tradition, Everybody in!”

Porter barely had time to set down his mug before Slick lunged for Lumber, throwing an arm around him and dragging Hydra into it too.

Porter laughed watching, but then Slick turned and reached for him.

“C’mere, Porter,” she giggled, grabbing his arm to tug him in. “You’re not skipping out, not this time-”

It wasn’t hard, It wasn’t cruel, but it was too fast, too tight, which made it too much.

His chest locked up, and his breath caught somewhere in his throat, and all he could hear was noise, the fire crackling, the voices, the laughter, the sound of wheels on gravel, it was too many layers all at once.

Someone’s hand touched his back. Someone else laughed in his ear.

And just like that, his mind wasn’t in the yard anymore. It was back in the old yard, back in the crush of bodies that didn’t know the word “gentle,” back with freight who’d grab too hard and say it was a joke, freight who didn’t stop when he flinched and didn't care when he panicked.

“Stop.” Porter’s voice came out high and sharp, more like a squeak than a shout, but it was enough.

The hug collapsed instantly. Slick stumbled back, wide-eyed. Hydra froze, halfway in motion. Lumber stepped forward, hands raised, “Porter?” he asked carefully. But Porter couldn’t answer. He was already backing away, his hands and legs shaking, then the back of his knee knocked against one of the crates which sent him falling onto it with a sob.

Lumber was at his side in a heartbeat, crouched low with both hands clearly visible and nowhere near touching. “Hey. Hey, Porter, it’s okay,” he said gently, his voice softer than Porter had ever heard it. “You’re safe. You’re here with us. It’s over now.”

Porter covered his face with his hands, his whole body trembling, he couldn’t look at them, he didn’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes, “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to freak out.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Hydra said quickly, he was kneeling a few feet away, “That hug was ambush levels of a bad idea. You were just honest about it.”

Porter shook his head. “I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Lumber said. “You got overwhelmed. That happens.”

Slick hovered awkwardly, her hands fidgeting with her jacket “I didn’t know. I didn’t think. I thought it’d be funny, and I just wanted you to feel included and now I made you cry and-”

“You didn’t make me cry,” Porter said, voice cracking as he lowered his hands just enough to peek at them. “It’s not your fault. I should’ve said something before, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to make it weird.”

Hydra let out a breath, scooting a little closer. “Look. Nobody here wants you to pretend you're okay when you're not. We want you comfortable, not trapped in some hug you didn’t ask for.”

Porter blinked, more tears spilling down his cheeks.

Lumber leaned in just a little. “Can I sit beside you?”

Porter nodded, and Lumber carefully, slowly sat on the crate next to him and slid it a little closer.

Hydra stayed on the ground, cross-legged now, and Slick finally lowered herself onto the gravel with a heavy thud.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, quieter this time. “Not just for tonight. I’ve been way too hands-on since day one, huh?”

Porter nodded again, but this time he gave her a small, watery smile. “You didn’t mean to scare me.”

“No, but I still did,” she said. “I’ll ask next time. For anything. High-fives, hugs, jumping out of a trash can…whatever.”

That finally got a laugh out of him, filling the other three with relief.

“Thanks,” Porter whispered. “It’s just… my last yard wasn’t like this. They’d act nice and then shove me into walls. I couldn’t tell if they were messing or serious until someone got hurt. Usually me.”

“We’re not them,” Lumber whispered, “We never wanna be them. And you don’t have to force yourself to do anything you don’t want to, okay?”

“…Okay,” he said finally, wiping his eyes. “Okay.”

“Can I…?” Lumber started, tilting his head slightly. “Not a hug. Just… elbow tap?”

Porter hesitated, then nodded.

Their elbows bumped, light, careful, nothing more.

“Elbow bump?” Slick asked with a small smile.

“Come here,” Porter chuckled, holding out his arm just slightly. “Elbow only.”

Slick scrambled up from the gravel like she’d been given a second chance at life. “Oh thank Diesel, I thought you were gonna ban me from all physical contact forever.” she squealed making the others roll their eyes.

“You’re on thin ice,” Porter teased, and they tapped elbows, this one followed by a much more relaxed kind of laughter.

Hydra offered his elbow from the floor. “Me too?”

“Of course,” Porter said. They bumped gently.

It wasn’t a hug. It wasn’t overwhelming. But it was a connection, and it was on his terms.

The fire crackled behind them, and the silence that followed wasn’t awkward, it was easy, like everyone was taking a breath at the same time. Lumber nudged him softly with his shoulder, this time just enough to be felt. “Y’know, we can make elbow bumps a Freight tradition too. If group hugs are out, I vote we start the Anti-Hug Club.”

Slick grinned, “I’m always down to join more clubs.”

Hydra raised his mug. “To the Anti-Hug Club. May it never ambush a friend again.”

Porter raised his mug too, voice still a little shaky but stronger than before. “I’ll drink to that.”

They all clinked together, mugs, thermos, even an old chipped tin can that Slick had found in Greaseball’s trash, and sat back in the warmth of the fire and each other’s company. For the first time since coming to the yard, Porter felt like maybe he really did belong. Not because he forced himself to fit in, but because they were making room for him. Just as he was

[itsnotamatterofif]

Oh you know EXACTLY how to get me anon!! As a treat, have Porter having a terrible no good very bad awful day because I put Slick through it last time, they can chop and change every now and then.

Send me some characters and a prompt and I’ll write you a Drabble!

It’s been a busy old week, and Porter thinks he might just kill someone.

From the diesels being extra demanding to the coaches being spiker than usual, it’s been a rough one, and as Porter squats down against the back wall of the freight shed, all he wants to do is rest. His frame aches from exhaustion, the weight of the hoppers tightening his shoulders and back painfully, but he can’t rest long; he’s signed up for a shift tomorrow morning, aggregate hauling admittedly, but it’s work. Twelve pound and twenty-one pence an hour to drag gravel out to a building depot in Nottingham, shit work and shit pay but enough to cover the repairs to his dodgy knee that’s started giving him jip again.

And hopefully enough to get him out of the hair of everyone else in the yard. Unsurprisingly he’s already argued with Dinah, decided that the little coach gang had called him a dumb truck one too many times, Momma, who had brought up whether it was worth working with his dodgy knee, and Electra-

Who’d said such work was beneath him. Such work was unessential, dirty, unbecoming, and he’d get dust all over the sofa. Didn’t seem to care about that precious minimum wage paycheck that would be the first thing to hit his account in weeks and actually go on something for himself rather than being drip-fed into Momma’s repair pot-

Slowly Porter buries his head in his hands, fingers digging into the sides of his head painfully for a second before looking over at the wonky clock on the wall above the sink. Twenty to midnight - he’s got to be up again in a little over five hours, and he was up at six this morning too, but he’s not tired. Exhausted, yes, but not tired, not in a state where he could lie down and kip. His brain’s too busy for that, running over thoughts and conversations and prep for tomorrow, how long he was going to be out and whether or not Dinah would still be mad at him, whether or not Electra would let him back in the shed tomorrow, the list goes on and on, and at this rate, it’s gonna’ be more like an all-nighter before the shift in the morning.

Annoyingly, he’s too out of it to hear the scratching tone of wheels on the concrete, so when he tilts his head up and out of his hands to glance at the clock again, instead he’s greeted by the darkness of shadow, of something blotting out the painfully bright halogen strip light that’s been burning away at his eyeballs for the past half an hour.

“Don’t you look like shit?” Comes a voice from the figure - undeniably Slick, and as his eyes readjust he can make out yellow accents against the black, “heard you got into a right screamer in the middle of the yard.”

“They started it,” Porter sullenly replies, wrapping his arms around his knees as Slick awkwardly navigates to squat next to him, “half the fuckin’ yard apparently has issues with my fuckin’ work rota, and I’m sick to the fuckin’ back teeth of it-”

“Right,” Slick drawls, and it makes him wanna’ tear his hair out further, “and this definitely isn’t to do with the fact that you haven’t stopped in about two weeks?”

Porter scowls, running one skate back and forth along the concrete as he fidgets. “It better not be - I need all the shifts I can get.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t also deserve a break though,” Slick notes, almost a sing-song aspect to her tone, “ever considered they were just worried about you?”

“Strange fuckin’ way o’ showin’ it,” he mutters, and turns his head just in time to see Slick roll her eyes dramatically, “what now?”

“Usually, if you feel like everyone hates you, you need to sleep,” Slick argues with a confident hum, “and when was the last time you had a proper night sleep before midnight and awake after six?”

“Slick, y’don’t get it, I need this job-”

“For your shitty knee, we all know,” Slick interrupts, smile turning to a frown, “maybe if you stopped being so godamn selfless for once you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

Sorry, has Slick decided to preach to him? “Maybe if you usaved some of your fuckin’ blood money to help Momma with her crown plate-”

“Alright, I get it, asshole, no need to rub it in.” The repair had left a considerable dent in his savings, one they were all helplessly aware of, but it wasn’t exactly like any of them were sitting on riches. “And that’s why christmas has come early-

“Late,” Porter interrupts, “It’s March and you never got us Christmas presents-”

“Choosing to ignore you, that’s why Christmas has come early.” Slowly, she reaches into her uniform jacket, pulling out a bundle of notes. “Tomorrow, you’re gonna bunk off your stupid gravel job that we all know you hate, and, at your leisure, Rusty’s gonna tug you over to a mate of mine in Daventry - he’ll fix you right up at a fraction of the cost of whatever Control is charging.”

“Slick, I can’t take this-”

“Fuck off, of course you can,” she hisses, and Porter has no choice but hold the notes like a lifeline, “if you can accept me payin’ for Momma, you can accept me payin’ for you, dickwad.”

There’s nothing he can say to that, only that the notes feel heavy in his hands. For a second, he wonders which engine had to keel over for this, but he’s hardly got the strength to linger on that thought for a second.

“Don’t ask questions, ‘cus I can see them formin’,” she snaps, just as Porter’s jaw dares to open an inch, “now, fuck off to bed before you ask anythin’ else stupid, and if I see you get up once, I’ll smite ya’ where ya’ stand, got it?”

As he struggles to keep his eyes open, he knows better than to argue with Slick.

[fuckyeahhiccannamonth]

YOOOOOO

BAND AU BAND AU BAND AU BAND AU--

"When Hiccup saves a girl from a mob of fans by hiding her in his automobile repair shop" YOU HAD ME AT THIS XD Like!!! What a sentence!!! I do love the idea of Hiccup working as an auto repair guy and putting his tech skills to work! Maybe Jack works at the same place??? He seems like he would like auto mechanics, too, if him tinkering around with North's sleigh is anything to go by!

Anna really be like "come to this concert!!! As a treat!!!" And by god, she's right! Hiccup does deserve A Little Treat for being a good samaritan!

Anna as a rock guitarist??? The AU I never knew I needed :O Now I'm just imagining her and Rapunzel doing guitar riffs together and improvising songs and I'm getting all Soft about it ;______; Also she WOULD have a pastel blue electric guitar actually you are so right aksjdiubhkeb

"What happens next when she, out of excitement, pulls him out of the crowd and up on the stage?" GIRL OMG. You can't just make the cute auto mechanic who saved you from paparazzi the Y/N of every self insert bandfic XD What if it gets to his head??? What if he starts wearing baggy sweaters and his hair in a Messy Bun and claiming he's not like the other girls???

...on second thought, Hiccup as the grumpy, antisocial protagonist of a Y/N fic would be extremely funny and I kind of want to see how it plays out akajsislhdkusybkhfu

skjlidubkgufybfh the Dreamers??? Of course XD A band headed by the one and only Princess Anna of Arendelle and inspired by hit Muse single Starlight really couldn't be called anything else!

"She lives in daydreams" God she sure does!!!

Aaaaaand the converse sneakers are back!!! You know she owns like 15 pair XD Also god why is that pic in the middle right so CUTE ;____; Like!!! I am Always Weak over the forehead press!!! But that one feels especially tender for some reason <3 <3

I'm just imagining Hiccup trying to impress Anna via offering to make her "ghost coffee." She gets all excited, imagining some fancy drink with little ghostly tendrils coming from it, but then it's just...the bottom left pic XD But Anna laughs her ass off and thinks it's delicious, so it all works out for the best!

This moodboard and ficlet are so cute, Haru!!! Well done, as always <3 I love seeing all your submissions!!!

H I C C A N N A

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock iii x Anna of Arendelle

When Hiccup saves a girl from a mob of fans by hiding her in his automobile repair shop, he gains a ticket to a concert not too far away. The girl tells him he has to go, as a thank you and as a treat. Claims that it'll change his life forever. He doesn't believe her at first, and only meant to go out of politeness. That maybe the girl just wanted to share her interests with him. However, all of that flew out of the window as soon as he saw her on stage. Anna, lead guitarist of the band The Dreamers. What happens next when she, out of excitement, pulls him out of the crowd and up on the stage?

@fuckyeahhiccannamonth week 1, day 5

[captainmvf]

CB and Dustin requests for @honey-dont and @starlightdust-dreamergalaxy - Thank you so much for your requests!!

[masempaix]

Y/n: Ummm guys why Soldier Boy’s chest glowing like an Iron Man? *try to reach out*

Butcher: Oit luv, I think ya need to back away from it

Y/n: Come on Butcher don’t be a pus—

Soldier Boy: *Blasting his chest at you*

Butcher: *Sigh*

Y/n: Holy fuck, I thought I was dead *getting up from the grounds*

Hughie: You just did Y/n for like 10 times today

[caramelmochacrow]

banana for scrunkly week!! shes cute <3

[blackdragon-selfships]

I read an adorable Hazbin Hotel men x Reader short story/headcanons post by @6esiree, and I just loved the Adam one of the bunch so had to draw the scene.

The story is he’s secretly dating Reader, who is in Hell, and Reader has a kid. On Halloween, Reader goes out with some friends but Adam begrudgingly agrees to watch the kid for Reader. He brings a bunch of candy for them to snack on and puts on a movie, but the kid gets bored and starts playing with his mask. There’s more, but that’s what I drew here.

It isn’t said whether the kid is his or not, but for my personal take I say Meg (who is my insert for the Reader) had her daughter with some other demon (another Goetia in my work, because my s/i is an Ars Goetia here) before she met Adam and after he and she started dating, he warmed to the kid too, who now sees him as her dad.