#is that... would that be evil? would that kill me?

[timstinytool]

NO. I Am Tired Of Being Shown This Lie. Stop ConVincing Me To KIll My Ex Wife. I WILL NOT DO IT. Stop. It Is Not Legal I WOULD Get In Trouble. My Ex Wife Is NOT A Guy. I Would Never Hurt Her Like She Hurt Me With Her Evil Words About My PGD. My PGD IS NOT FUNNY. She Always Laugh At Me. Fuck.

Do Not Lie. Ever Again. It Is Illegal To Lie To Me And To Murder. Stop. I CanNot UnderStand Why The Lies Continue. No More Lies. Do You Hear Me Liar? Liar! You Are A Lying Liar! Lies! LYING! Tongue Of Dog. Dogs Lie. Only Santas Little Helper Tells The Truth. He Is The Truth. He Is The Truth Dog. My Wife Was A Bitch.

Hi. Angel on your shoulder here. It's totally ok to kill that guy

[that-faerie-in-the-corner]

you know what I find fascinating about how Helen is talked about in the works in the epic cycle?

everyone has argued to death over whether she was kidnapped, went willingly, was influenced/controlled/threatened by Aphrodite, whatever, but the thing is the actual TEXTS can't seem to make up their minds on Helen. everyone will be cursing Helen's name as an unfaithful wife and destroyer of men in Agamemnon but then Paris will be called a "robber-rapist" which would obviously heavily imply that he stole and assaulted her (plus the part where Clytemnestra basically says "shut the fuck up about Helen she didn't force you to do all that", although how much we're supposed to agree with her is debatable). In Iphigenia In Aulis we're going to war to get REVENGE on the Trojans AND HELEN but then Agamemnon will accuse Menelaus of "lust(ing) only to hold a lovely woman in (his) arms", calls him crazy for wanting her back, and then when Menelaus changes his mind about killing Iphigenia to get the winds back he says "Could I not obtain A perfect marriage elsewhere, if I longed for Marrying? But a brother whom I should Most cherish, I was about to forfeit To gain a Helen, so bartering excellence For evil" which is still pretty spiteful towards Helen but also really fucking weird to say if he only wanted her back to kill or otherwise punish her. Then, in the same play, the Greeks are described as wanting to sail to Troy so "That they may halt the plunder of marriage beds And the rape and seizure of Greek women" which would also imply Helen was, in fact, raped and seized, otherwise why would it be phrased like that and not like, "seduced" or "whisked away" or whatever? In Orestes Elektra and Orestes interpret Helen's actions in the worst possible light while when Helen actually speaks she seems generally sympathetic towards them, distraught and grieving over the whole situation, and claims that she went because Aphrodite made her mad, which could absolutely be a lie, but the thing is we just don't know who's the unreliable narrator here Is this a translation thing? Indicative of a really weird idea of what rape is? Is this an intentional writing choice? This got me to thinking and then I realized that if Menelaus was away when Helen left then he almost certainly doesn't actually know what happened. He didn't see or hear what happened, he doesn't get a chance to talk to Helen and have her explain until after the war, and obviously none of the other Greeks would know for sure either, right? And I just think it is kind of a missed opportunity that adaptations don't really do anything with this kind of unspoken conflict at all. Paris the Musical kind of does (Menelaus believes Helen was abducted when she ended up begrudgingly going with Paris trying to help him to escape) but like, why do all the greek men have one idea of Helen in adaptations? Why don't they argue about it? Why don't they question Menelaus about his motivations more? What if (especially if Aphrodite fucked with her head, as I am one to believe) Helen doesn't even trust herself on her own intentions? What if Menelaus tears himself up debating this with himself every night? Like, could I trust that she wouldn't do this to me and our daughter? Is it better that my wife doesn't love me anymore and is safe with her new lover, or that she does but is trapped against her will having who knows what done to her? Do I know my wife anymore? Did I ever know her in the first place? What if he lays eyes on Helen, his Helen, for the first time in ten years and his sword slips from his grasp as he realizes that yes, of course he knows her, how could he have ever doubted? Or maybe he still doesn't know if he knows her, but maybe he doesn't need to, because he knows that she is tired and scared, and he still loves her, and he just wants to take her back to their home? What then? Hm?

[ritzeldraws]

So this is very unlike me.

But I had this idea for a letter that Visera would write to Gale before going to face Orin. I was going to use it in a new video(with voice acting by yours truly), but I can’t seem to cut it down to a length I’d be willing to draw panels for. Maybe I’ll do a short one in the future with a snippet of it, but until then, I’m posting it here!

A letter, to Gale from Visera

If you’re reading this, I’m gone.

Normally when a villain falls, there aren’t many who’d mourn the loss of such evil.

Isobel didn’t mourn her father, and only Gortash’s biggest investors will shed a tear for him. As for me— the last chosen of Bhaal— I leave the world with the painful gift of having loved, and been loved, by you.

Gale.

Tomorrow I’ll enter the temple of my father and duel Orin. I’m not afraid. Orin the Red will die by my hand, that’s not a question.

What is, however, is how I’ll die.

My blood burns with the call of the Urge. It has since the moment I woke on that nautiloid, since I slaughtered poor Alfira, and since the night I nearly took you from this world. As we near the center of my past, I feel it with every beat of my wretched heart.

When I slay my sister, I will have a choice.

Part of me believes— hopes— that I will refuse Bhaal when he claims me again. In doing so, I will be ridding the world of the last of the Dead Three’s chosen, arguably the worst of the bunch. Bhaal gave me life, and he will take it away.

That is certain.

But there is doubt. If I do not resist him then I am alive, but I am lost. The Visera you knew, who you grew to love? She will be killed just as well as if I had refused him. The Dark Urge does not love. She has only one goal, and that is a fate this world does not deserve. I know that now.

My only hope is that the High Harper does not hesitate to put down one last Bhaalspawn.

With my death, the last stone is yours. I know I can never atone for the pain I’ve caused you and so many others. I am the reason each one of us ended up with worms in our heads, and I am the bloody fool who put the crown of Karsus on that elder brain.

I should regret it more than I do, but in truth I know that if I hadn’t been that evil deviant, I never would have had the privilege of meeting you. Gale Dekarios, the wizard who taught the harbinger of death herself what it means to love. You always said you didn’t deserve me, but I know it to be the opposite.

What you deserve is happiness. Beyond the tadpoles, the Absolute— beyond Mystra. You believe becoming a god will make you her equal, but you were always more than she ever could be. Your compassion, your curiosity, your heart? The gods have nothing on you, Gale Dekarios.

Take it from the child of one.

You’re sleeping now, and soon I’ll join you. If I had the choice, I’d spend a thousand lifetimes in your arms with silent thoughts and quieted orbs. In another life, maybe we could have been entirely unremarkable. Free from the attentions of gods, of chosen titles, and the malignant powers within us that threaten our lives and so many others. Perhaps in that world, we shared a happy future together.

In this one, I’ll be content with tonight.

Yours,

Visera

[mich-vanadis]

KPDH AU where Baby survived out of the Saja Boys hear me out (Also includes my own and other's headcanons)

We technically didn't see Baby and Romance getting killed so this is me being delusional but also killing off Romance because I like seeing my favorites suffer (sorry Baby <3)

ANYWAY after the Honmoon is sealed and Gwi-Ma is defeated, Baby's demonic powers disappeared and fell into some kind of coma when he got his soul back. Sussie and Derpy (Jinu's pets) found him before the Huntrix did and took him to Rumi's and Jinu's old meeting place to rest. When Baby woke up and found out about the rest of the boys' deaths, he sucked up his emotions and went to the only people who can MAYBE help him with his current situation.

To say the girls weren't surprised is an underestimate, Zoey was sure he killed the guy but Baby is standing right in front of them. On their balcony. With a demon tiger and a demon bird next to him. Although reluctantly, they took Baby under their wing and had to make an excuse to Bobby why exactly Baby Saja of the Saja Boys is in their building. Besides, it's not like he can do anything without his powers. The girls were still a little warry of him but they eventually soften up and start knowing about each other.

They found out that outside of his Idol Persona, he's VERY chaotic and maniac like. He started making harmless pranks once they settled in a more even page.

Zoey hit it off with Baby first and it went pretty well. They became instatnt bestfriends when they found out that they actually have a lot in common other than being the rapper and maknae of their respective groups. Outside of the music industry, they'd go aroung shopping for cute clothes and accessories. And in a personal prespective, they know what it's like to not know where they belong.

Rumi and Baby bonded in grief about Jinu, she also let him talk about the rest of his friends. Baby would tell her crazy stories they did together when they first became an actual friend group years ago, how they'd create trouble and pranks for shits and giggles because those were the first times Gwi-Ma's voice couldn't get into them.

Baby was shunned and outcasted by his family and village because of his eyes. He had natural slit pupils and since he came from maybe hundreds of years ago, they saw him as cursed or associated with an evil spirit. And because of that, Baby gained a rather harsh and rash personality just to protect himself. That's how Mira found out that she and Baby weren't so different when it comes to being shunned by people who were suppose to care for you. She respected him even more after that conversation and understood his behavior.

Eventually, the girls learned about Baby's real name. Daeun (thank you for your service @/filijester🙏). He blurted it out during a movie night when Rumi called his stage name if he wanted more pop corn. The girls were delighted that Baby-sorry Daeun- trusted them enough for him to tell them his real name. (Zoey cried and hugged the life out of him)

And as for the SB Fans raging in the internet wanting to know what happened to the Saja Boys, Daeun simply told them that they were going on an Indefinite Hiatus because of an "argument". Besides what's he suppose to say? Oh yeah we were actually demons who wanted to feast on your souls but the Huntrix stopped us because they're demon hunters and I'm somehow the only one who survived out of all of us.

He still upload solos and sometimes even collabs with Huntrix. He really likes being an idol. He also made a song to subtley honor his members deaths.

When Celine found out about Daeun and his friendship with Rumi, Mira, and Zoey, she wasn't exactly happy but she wasn't exactly upset either. He's not a demon anymore so she thinks it's alright. (The girls got her to warm up to him though, mainly thanks to Rumi). But since it came to this, she made him train under her to become an honorary Hunter. And, in her words "While he can stand his ground, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Also, Saja Boys are actually alive and found out their youngest believes that they're dead and is trying to live his new human life to the fullest through Sussie and Derpy. They made it their mission to find Baby and reunite with him once again.

(They also saw the song Baby made to honor them, they all cried)

[timstinytool]

It Is Not Legal To Kill ANYBODY. This CanNot Be True. It Is Bad And Evil And Wrong To KILL. Murder Is Bad. But It Is Worse To Lie To Me. This Is A Great Many Sins That Must Be Punished. MisInForMation Is The Reason For So Many Great Evils In The World. Please Do Not Show Me Lies Like This Ever Again. The People Lie To Me Every Time And Do Not Even Blink An EyeLash. My Wife Lied To Me About My Son Dying. It Is Illegal To Lie To Me. Never Lie To Me. He Is Alive He Is Just On Holiday. Wife Is Liar. You Are Liar. Ex Wife I Mean. I Miss Her. She Would Always Slap Me If I Said Bad Things. Now NoBody Slaps Me. FUCK.

it's like the old saying goes, The customer is always wrong and it's legal to kill them

[erme-maererme]

commoragh is without question my favourite part of the game. with the area made of endless platforms, stairs and levels you are always moving upwards, digging yourself out of your grave (you literally start the quest in the pile of bodies at the very bottom). this layered structure where every area has its own particular brand of horror and torment and its own "sinners" is reminiscent in its logic with the classic concept of the nine circles of hell. i mean commoragh is functionally hell. you still have a camp there. if the previous chapter ends with the rogue trader on top of the world, commoragh strips you of everything. you are less than insignificant. your body is failing you. every single one of your companions is living through their personal nightmare. you could never imagine seeing them quite as broken until you do. and honestly you are not doing any better. you still have to put yourself together and drag each other to safety. and the importance of commoragh for romance cannot be underestimated. what can be more romantic than forced vulnerability and having no choice but to rely on each other to survive.

[makelifeyourbitch42]

Realism ≠ No Mansion

So I saw a confession on the Creepypasta Confessions blog and I am pissed.

First off, to be clear: I’m not trying to attack anyone personally. But I am extremely tired of people throwing around takes like this and calling it “realism” because it’s not. It’s uncreative and borderline gatekeeping.

This is gonna be a long one. Buckle up:

🚫 Saying “Jeff would kill everyone”

That’s not realism. That’s avoiding the question of why he might not. You’re dodging character complexity in favor of edge.

👁 Saying “Eyeless Jack only sees others as prey”

That’s not realistic. It’s ignoring that even monstrous characters might have nuance or boundaries, or that he might recognize other cursed beings as more than meat.

🎮 Saying “BEN Drowned only sees others as pawns”

You're writing off any chance of him forming actual relationships or attachments.

🎪 Saying “Laughing Jack sees them as entertainment”

Again, yeah… until he doesn’t. What happens when the entertainment fails? What happens when he connects? Explore that.

💋 Saying “Nina only cares about Jeff”

Okay, and what about after? What about growth? What about disappointment or found family? You’re locking her character in amber.

⏰ Saying “Clockwork and Toby are too insane to get along”

So… you’ve never heard of shared trauma bonds, dissociation, or neurodivergent kinship, huh? They're more than their instability.

👧 Saying “Sally won’t trust anyone”

Great. That’s the start of a story. What about the arc? Who does she learn to trust? What brings that wall down?

🌲 Saying “Slenderman isn’t a father figure to everyone”

Sure. But why can’t he be one to someone? Who sees him that way? What does he feel about that? Explore the dissonance, not just the denial.

🔥 “Realism” Isn’t an Excuse to Be Boring

I’m sorry you couldn’t think of ways these characters might grow, clash, bond, or just coexist without stabbing each other, but don’t act like that’s realism.

Here’s some so-called “realistic” reasons for why Slenderman might have a mansion just pulled out my ass just right now:

Maybe it’s not his, it’s just a convenient base

Maybe he built it to contain or protect his proxies

Maybe a proxy built it for him

Maybe it’s just a house from when he was human, if you roll with that theory

Why might Jane and Jeff exist in the same space?

Slenderman's forcing them to

Jane’s forgiven him, Jeff doesn't have to stay evil

She’s forgotten what he did, Slenderman gave Toby amnesia why not her?

You can write any of this in a grounded, character-driven way. “Realistic” doesn’t mean “everyone is alone and evil forever.” It means understanding why they’re not.

💡 This Mindset Hurts New Creators

What pisses me off the most is that someone who wants to write a “realistic AU” might see this garbage take and think:

“Oh… I guess I can’t do that.”

YES. YOU. CAN. If you want to write a mansion AU? Do it. If you want to make them friends, enemies, exes, reluctant roommates? Go wild.

Just ask yourself why it works. Get creative. Build the bridges. Tell the story. Stop saying "this can't work." And say, "How can this work?"

Don’t let boring people kill possibility and call it "canon."

[rum-sugar-pirate]

This is how it went, right.

I’m sure.

Henry, kill the twink, team up with the manfailure instead

Me talking about Henry a lot under the cut I’m sorry I love him so bad BAHAHAH

Yeah so usually my headcanon is that Henry’s wife died giving birth to Charlotte, you know cause it makes his life even worse than it already is. And secret of the mimic past events kind of happen directly after that. This gives (at least my version of him) Henry more reason to be absolutely awful to Edwin. William is still the driving force tho. He gets Henry on board with their borderline chucky cheese vs Rock a fire explosion business plan. Henry’s a newly single father and their business is constantly losing money so why wouldn’t he agree to a plan that would put more money in his pockets. No matter how evil it is. He’s struggle, always struggling, my morally grey king. I’d do the same to support my daughter okay. Lalala ignoring people on TikTok calling him a neglectful father shhhhhhhh covering my earssss

[everest81]

Even if I'm fine with being called specifically "dude" I fucking dies inside seeing that happen once before I transitioned. I didn't even have Tumblr or really grasped how bad it was but I knew in my gut that it was just... Evil. You're denying a woman's identity for what? Not being able to stare at her boobs the whole conversation? Because you think it's some fucking fetish for others to be happy?

For those who are just on the cusp of grasping it, but can't, try imagining someone doing that to a cis person

This is Kathy. Kathy has been a woman since birth, born with specifically female genitalia and body parts, and has a conventionally effeminate body type by 9/10 normal standards. One day, she gets hired by a tech company that has her testing out websites and occasionally games that are very very early in development.

Around a month or two after she's gotten to know the general group of people she's had to and will work with, a new employee named Toby is hired and put into her group. She doesn't know anyone named Toby, nor does any of her friends or immediate family members. A nephew of hers would gladly tell you about Ticci Toby, his second-favorite creepypasta behind Sonic.exe, but nobody knows any IRL Tobys.

Toby completely refuses to call Kathy by her real name, instead insisting that she's referred to by names like Kyle, or Kevin, ECT, when anyone has to refer to her when talking to him. He acts like someone's joking with him, insulting him, or making up a fake employee when anyone else on their team mentions Kathy by her real name. Toby also consistently uses passive-aggressive language about Kathy —or, should he also be by or going to the bathroom, glares at her and matters things she can't quite catch— whenever she goes to the bathroom, insisting that she should be using the men's room.

On one frightening —and possibly dangerous— occasion Toby physically blocked her from the bathroom by standing in front of the doorway and pushing her away from it. It doesn't matter how gently he pushed her, he still pushed her away from a basic necessity. This was Toby's first strike, according to her boss, but if you asked Kathy, "I cannot tell you how many times I've wanted to fucking punch that guy. He's so fucking annoying — I can never get shit done when I have to work with him in any capacity! Got forbid we have to have a meeting! He's either saying anything about anything else to stall time, or taking my shit and telling everyone that some fuckin'.... Mystery member's been busting his ass off for me in the background, or something...! It's always some Kieth or Kurt or-... whoever the fuck he's made up this week."

Everyone, especially Kathy, is incredibly uncomfortable with how Toby acts. Lately he's been getting especially aggressive, as his passive-aggressive remarks about her and her body have been evolving into outright insults and remarks about how "he's slandering God's image of Adam and mankind". Kathy still to this very day has no idea what happened between them, nor does she have any clue why someone like him wanted to physically assault her, beating her behind her office building with a pocket knife —almost slitting her throat— and scarring both her face and her psyche for the rest of her life.

Toby might have been arrested for assault and attempted murder, but she refuses to walk behind any building that vaguely resembles where she was attacked and almost killed... Because she existed.

I am so sick and tired of seeing the trans women around me being slowly hot coaled into the closet and into essentially being forced back into "Men who would really love being women but Can't because they Aren't". It is so painful stop fucking doing this to our trans women. Stop forcing them to be "Fine" with being called dude bro man he and biologically male stop it stop it stop it you are killing her. You are killing her.

[shosweet]

geto suguru prides himself in cutting his own hair.

… a little too much.

he has never let a single person come near him with a pair of scissors — not his best friend, gojo, and not even you. if he ever did, his body was just simply possessed (lol).

however, after losing a bet to his pretty girlfriend, you decided on something evil, something so sinister not even the devil would try it. 

“please just the bangs, baby,” he begged while holding your wrist and clinging onto your (his) shirt as if he were a toddler going on a rollercoaster against his will. 

“but i wanna cut all of your hair,” you pouted.

“i will smack you upside the head if you do that. just. the. bangs. take it or leave it,” he said with wide, terrified eyes. you roll your eyes at his dramatic display and agree to his little proposition. 

thus, here you are in the bathroom with the lights switched on and several flashlights pointed in sugurus direction — “please you need to see super duper well i’m not exaggerating” pleaded the poor boy — as he nervously bounced his knee on the closed toilet seat. 

“fix your face, sugu, i didn't even start yet,” you stated with frustration. his behavior is definitely something to laugh at, but you really were going to mess it up if he doesn’t just suck it up.

“okay okay fine, i’m gonna close my eyes,” he breathed out in defeat. at his submission, you pick up the little pair of scissors on the counter. using what he’s taught you, you start off by trimming to a working length.

“is this okay?” you ask as the hair falls onto the rugs, softly landing on suguru’s socks. he hesitantly opens his eyes and sighs in relief.

“good, really good. you remember how to frame my face right? use the thinning shears so it’s not blocky. you’re surprisingly doing great, just keep going,” he ranted out in attempts to calm his nervousness. you smile to yourself and pick up the shears, angling it so the result would be of his request. 

huh, this isn’t so bad, suguru thought to himself. maybe he should just start letting you cut his bangs from now on—

“shit.”

suguru perked his head up, eyes still closed because he wants you (and himself) to think that you have it all under control.

“babe..?” suguru asks, patience running thin as panic starts to set in. he keeps his eyes screwed and sealed shut as to not see whatever you just did to his precious hair — out of sight out of mind, right?

“y’know, chopped bangs are kinda in right now—”

“i know you did not just say chopped bangs are you serious— oh my fucking goodness.” he completely turns pale the moment he opens his eyes.

“it’s not that bad!!! trust the process!! maybe if we pin it to the side..”

“there’s a reason why i have bangs! oh my fuck i cannot be walking around with my large forehead.”

“humongous actually.”

“shut the hell up.”

now, you’re walking through a claire’s store for any hair accessories that would help suguru’s awful haircut. you beam as you glide through the store, overjoyed that suguru’s letting you do “girly” hairstyles on him. however, he’s looming behind you, covered in a hoodie and sunglasses, trudging behind your every step as if he’s about to kill someone. 

“you need any help, ma’am?” a kind store clerk asked. “i think those clips on the left would suit you perfectly!” she smiles, trying to ignore negative nancy next to you.

“aw thank you! but it’s not for me, it’s for my boyfriend,” you reply, placing your hand on his chest. after paying for everything and returning home, you have suguru sit on the floor as you sat behind him on the sofa, styling his hair in ways you think would flatter him. 

as he sits, closing his eyes as his scowl softens, he thinks to himself: this actually isn’t that bad… 

will he ever let you be his barber again? hell no, you were fired the moment you suggested it. but, he’d never turn down a free hairstylist. 

silly draft because why have i been writing sm angst lately

[bewitched-hours]

zo I have an idea..

I'm off my bleeding cycle zo i CRAVE angzt

Anyhow

What about [READER] being Mafiozo'z child>:3?

They look almozt look exactly like him, expect for the clothez, and wanting everyone who waz in debt dead.

Y'know, they have black bunny ears, a cute lil bun bun tail, long yellow hair in a low ponytail? (Kinda like their skin color.. just look up nay fanart with Elliot with hair, you'll zee the picture-), stomps foot when mad (like a lil bun bun), wearz a kinda fluffy zcarf (can be picked up by the zcarf, like a zcruff lmao), and if courze, we can never forget the paw beans/paw padz. Iz a ztunner either with a zword or bunny kickz, or even headbuttz

Bazically, [READER] is.. WAS hiz kid. What I mean by that, iz that he zee'z them az zomeone with debt, and doez not really zee them az hiz child.

Which makez them feel terrible every time they zee him az a killer. Itz even worze when they zee hiz goonz like that too. It makez their earz go down :(

Like the firzt time they arrive in thiz hell, they bazically freak the fuck out zince their father never really let them go anywhere without him (bc he waz zcared someone might hurt them bc he'z a mafia thingy :[ ), before zomeone eventually calmz them down (after a few panic attackz)

(I'm totally not zaying thing az my own experience, nooo...)

But when they actually zee him in a round, and zee him kill people for their 'debtz', they feel abzolutely heart broken, and they feel even worze when they ztun him. They juzt wizh he could just let them lay on his lay while he patz their head az he tellz them some ztoryz (don't come at me for this, my dad wazn't like this💔). And they're just bazically crying for a while, even in the roundz. Even hiz goonz don't recognize them:(! But they do feel like they need to comfort [READER]... They have no idea why.

They all zee [READER] kinda ugly crying every time they ztun Mafiozo (like one of those ugly crying meme thingz)

Even zometimez they hug him before they ztun him, which makez Mafiozo confuzed

(guyz i promize I'm fine)

-zanon

Zanon you know how to cook the most delicious reqs- Also yeah, I think we both have daddy issues tbh- (I swear I'm in therapy)

Reader gets She/Her~

You thought you had a pretty good life.

Sure, your innocence was practically never there but you managed to keep a cheerful attitude since your dad and his goons were your family. You lived a life between being protected by your dad and playing with either bunnies or the goons... Or both-

You looked like a practical clone of your dad with a few adjustments... And bunny ears and tail...

So it was only logical for him to be so protective over you. He even taught you how to shoot a gun!

You were never alone in life, so you were obviously startled to awake in a cabin randomly one morning.

You were surrounded by strangers and cried almost immediately for your dad, your ears twitching and falling to the sides of your head as you attempted to run outside before being picked up by Chance.

You actually somewhat trusted him, given that he reminded you of the goons. So, he was appointed as your babysitter for the time being because you showed quickly that only he would be able to calm you down.

He wasn't thrilled about it but you did show interest in his gun and gambling so it cancelled out and quickly made you his favourite.

You knew how to play it safe which disappointed him a little but he couldn't fault you since you were obviously the kid of the debt-collecting killer. It was obvious someone with his blood wouldn't be someone he'd want under his wing permanently.

Just thinking about what Mafioso might do if he finds out about you sent shivers down his spine...

He made sure to teach you the ropes of this game of life and death and helped you understand the puzzles but of course the Spectre felt evil today.

Mafioso was the killer for your first round ever. Turns out you were a sentinel with a sword which caught Shedletsky's attention so for the round, Shed and Chance took turns to show you the works and explore your abilities.

"I don't wanna hurt papa..." You'd cry a little, only stopping because you remembered you were meant to help the other survivors... Survive. Shocker.

But as if on cue, one of his goons came around and spotted you. You reacted with a small smile and a hand wave but when it became clear he didn't seem to remember you, Shedletsky quickly picked you up by your scarf and ran off while you quietly teared up.

007n7 had already warned you that your dad and his goons might not know because of the Spectre and you resented it for that.

How dare it take away your only family?

You could only stomp your foot and cry, eventually ending up balled up like a hedgehog and sniffling weakly because you wanted your life back. You wanted back the love that you were given.

At least there was Chance who could play with you and spark that little bit of joy in you again... Though for hugs you definitely went to the bird-man.

And what would you know! Next round had Mafioso as the killer again and you as a survivor...

But this time neither Shedletsky nor Chance were brought in with you. Taph tried to keep an eye on you but was more focused on setting traps and Two Time creeped you out...

Dusekkar was confusing, Builderman boring... So you just went off on your own for once.

Which- ultimately- had you chased down by your own father while you pleaded for him to remember... But he didn't.

The frustration made your head spin... Or maybe it was the fact you were breathing too fast...

Either way, you had little time to react and ultimately pulled out your sword to stun him when he got too close before hugging him with tears running down your cheeks.

"I want him back..." You choked out through quiet sobs, hesitating to let him go before running off again. Something in your little mind had hope that you could help him fight against the Spectre. That you could return to when you could lay on his lap and just have him pat you while you napped to his stories of the people he had to deal with, when you were held by his goons whenever you got worried over him being late and they'd tell you about stories they thought up of bunnies that looked like you to cheer you up, when you could hug him without that confused look on his face...

At least with the goons you could see they had a mix of confusion and concern, maybe showing that you could help them fight against the puppet show. But after that round you were inconsolable.

Full-on ugly crying and screaming that you hated this place and that you hated the Spectre and that you hated fighting against your dad and...

You h a t e d knowing the sword that stunned him is always held by your paws...

It made you feel helpless and dirty... Perfect for the Spectre but only further fuelling your frustration and determination to get your family back...

Now, this could get a part two if anyone wants this to have the same or similar twist to the "reader & bluudud" story~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[ivoryand-gold]

Spoilers for The Apothecary Diaries 2x23 “The Shi Clan”

I’ve seen a few people confused by or mad at Shisui’s motivations for scarring Jinshi. While I understand that protectiveness as someone who also loves Jinshi as a character, imho it is in alignment with who we know Shisui to be and makes perfect sense to me narratively.

The first reasoning, Shisui has been conspiring against her mother for a long time. From the abortifacients to all she confesses to Jinshi in this episode, she hasn’t merely been her mother’s doll for a long time. There’s still a guilt she likely feels for betraying her, even if she saw no other way. She sees the hatred and jealousy that founts from her mother like venom, and she refuses to become her, but also she never denounces her as her mother. Like when she talks about the ghost stories episode and how Suirei’s grandmother Taihou may have tried to kill her from the grave because she’s her mother’s daughter. Plus, despite her plotting, she has fawned for 17-18 years and that doesn’t all just go away in an instant because her mother is dead. Shisui still has love for Shenmei whether she deserves it or not, and can likely live with the rest of her choices by at least granting one of her mother’s wishes.

Secondly, Shisui always tried to take care of her family in her own way. She’s always been loving, and became “the doll Loulan” as her first attempt to fix things. If she was an obedient enough daughter, then maybe she’d be able to heal what had been so thoroughly broken within her mother. She sacrifices her sense of self both to survive—but we know that’s not her only/main priority given her repeated abuse when she disguised herself as a maid to see Suirei— and to protect and heal her family. It’s only when this doesn’t work that she moves on to plotting.

Shisui took care of her family, everyone got a version of what they wanted in the end. Obviously the main thing Shishou wanted was Shenmei’s forgiveness and love, but that was never going to happen. Both Jinshi and Shenmei had the chance to take the feifa from Shisui, and because of who they were, those cards fell where they did. Shenmei died as a consequence of her own actions, which Shisui didn’t want to happen but knew would. She always did what she could though, and gave her family what felt like very fitting parting gifts to me:

For Shishou, her final gift was seeing their plan through and making sure not only someone, but Jinshi knew her father served their country to the end. She also spoke up for her father to Shenmei in her dying moments, something Shishou had failed to do for himself the last 20 years.

For Shenmei, her final gift was violence, a final act of destruction towards something beautiful. Her wrath and pettiness given a small revenge. Immortality, even, to live on through Jinshi’s scar and become this “once in a generation evil” who wounded the once in a generation beauty her mother was so jealous of. Both continuing and ending the cycle of their families, with Jinshi’s consent.

For Suirei, her final gift was a smile— the promise that she was happy. A seed of contentment for Suirei to build the rest of her life on now that she’s lost her family. A second chance at life she was only given because of Shisui’s favor. That smile conveyed Shisui’s own freedom.

And in that is also Shisui’s gift to herself. She couldn’t help the circumstances she was born into, nor could she change the tides of fate to keep her family from being embroiled in scandal. But at least she could rewrite the ending. After so long hiding behind her makeup and mother and the role of Loulan, Shisui could finally have a voice. She could take up space. She could be a savior.

She could be the villain of a generation.

She could dance.

[devinescribe]

Why Don’t You Like Me?

Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader

So im gonna go through the whole first movie (the live action bc it gives him more depth.)

This is a

Snotlout x Plus size! Ethnic! Reader story!

I personally headcanon that he prefers them and y'know what??? It's self indulgent for years of not having fics for him and any that did were for a skinny white and petite Y/N 😭 ummm Y/N is from a distant island, you get to pick where, got dropped off at Gobber's doorstep and is his daughter now, he would kill a man for her

Warnings: Cussing, slight angst, feelings, mention of colonizers (just once sigh my island was colonized by the Spanish 🙄), canon typical violence, disappointed father(his not yours. You fucking love your dad) also… live action spoilers obvi

9.6 K words.

Berk.

It was home. Even if you weren't originally from here.

When you were little your dad used to say that it must have been one of Freya's cats leaving you at his doorstep, the goddess knowing how much the world needed someone with light like you.

However as you got older, he told you how you really came to be his daughter, blood related or not. Or at least the part where you showed up at his doorstep. What happened before that was a mystery to both of you. And you couldn't care less about the two who abandoned you.

——

It was a clear, calm night. One that Berk had not had in a while. No dragon raids, nothing.

It had been a long time sailing for the pair... especially his wife, being pregnant. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl... she was a few months old now...

But where they were going, and what they were doing was dangerous... too dangerous for a baby. And neither was really ready for one either. Mistakes happen when in love and lust...

Together, they made the decision to give up the child.

Quietly docking, pulling their cloaks up obscuring their faces, they kept the baby in a wicker basket with blankets, a note, and some other items to keep her in contact with her culture and who she was... his shield... her necklace... her name, how old she was. Everything.

They placed her at the doorstep of what looked like a forge. Whoever lived here could protect her, at least. If not, find someone who would take her.

Placing her on the step and knocking, before running back to their ship.

Gobber woke up when he heard the knock. His first thought was that there was an emergency. But after not hearing anything else, he slowly got up, walking blindly through the hut to the front door.

When he got there, he was shocked. A baby swaddled in a woven basket. There was a shield and a note, and a few other things.

He picked up the note, and read it carefully.

To whom lives here,

This is Y/N. She's our daughter. We are on a perilous journey, escaping from the men who have taken our island home, (Island name) and turned it into their playground. The rough seas and danger are no place for a baby. We come from an island far south from here. Before we had the evil men come to our island, we had heard from others that made the journey of Berk. She was born 6 months ago, out on the open ocean. Please, take care of her, and if you are unable, find someone who will.

Thank you.

Suddenly the little girl started crying softly and whimpering, the wind biting at her cheeks, turning them rosy in color. Gobber picked her up out of the woven basket, and she sneezed, before cooing with a bright gummy smile up at him.

That's the moment he decided that... maybe he was ready to be a father. Just a little. Plus, Stoick had a little boy too! Sure, he was a year older, but at least you'd have kids your age around. He wouldn't really want Spitelout around you... but his kid was okay...

——

Gobber was an excellent father, even if many might not think so at first glance. He was caring, patient, stern and although he didn't know much about your culture, he'd tried to keep you educated on what he could.

When merchants from your isle came to Berk, he went with you to buy clothing with you! Although to him and other Vikings thought it was showy and a bit... well... scandalous, no one said anything about it because at least you tried to connect with your roots while still being a Viking.

Being a little girl around the forge was scary, especially when there was dragon raids.

——

You squealed and hid with Astrid and Ruffnut under your father's bed as Gobber chased.

"Cmon ya lot, ya gotta get back to your parents," he laughed. "Where are the boys?"

You giggled and ran away to find them, finding Hiccup first, he was hiding behind a post. You tapped his shoulder, and he laughed, going to Gobber.

Tuffnut and Fishlegs were hiding together and giggling, so they were the second easiest.

Finally, you found Snotlout, in your room, in your closet.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"My dad says you guys all gotta go."

He groaned but nodded, and you all went to the living room.

Everyone was leaving and Snotlout sort of shoved Hiccup.

"Be nice he's your c... cou... coo... how's that word go?" You stammered over your words, before Hiccup helped you out.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah! You're cousins gotta be nice!" You chided Snotlout.

He scoffed but gave you a small smile and nodded leaving your house.

It was hours later dark, when the bell that signaled the dragon trap had been triggered rang across the village. You woke up immediately, and looked out the window as your father got up heading to the forge connected to your house.

However, it wasn't long before your house was on fire. You hadn't noticed, too busy staring out the window to be paying attention.

Suddenly you heard your name being called and went to your bedroom door to run outside, but the second you touched the metal your hand burned. You jumped back with a scream, holding you hand, heat searing through it. You went to the window, and looked down, seeing your dad looking up.

You started to cry, getting scared, suddenly feeling the heat and smoke filling your room.

You look down, seeing them all telling you to slide down the roof. You saw the other kids, your friends, down there, except for Hiccup who was definitely locked up in his house.

Snotlout shouted something up at you, and you had to focus to hear him.

"I'll catch you! Promise!"

You took a deep breath, coughing from the smoke, and climbed out your window, sliding down the slanted roof till you were hanging off the side.

You felt the house creak under you, the roof falling to one side. You screamed, holding the siding tightly.

The flames licked at your fingers and you looked down. Oh what a drop it was for little 6 year old you. Below you was your dad and your friends telling you to let go. So you do, falling.

Gobber catches you, with his one arm, and you cry as he sets you down, making sure you're okay, before running back to help others. Your friends help you stand straight, but Snotlout is the one who checks your hands, and winces when he sees the burns.

——

So, tonight, when the bell rang, you bolted out of bed and to the forge. After that first raid when you got trapped, the house had been rebuilt to be one singular floor.

While Gobber never let you make weapons(because you were rubbish at it), you helped hand out new ones and take theirs to the back for him, and you got to sharpen them!

But that was occasionally, because you did help out with the fire brigade a lot. But tonight, you had no chance to even get over there before a nadder spat fire in front of you, blocking your way. If you couldn't help with dousing of fires, then you could help with defending. You ran to the forge and began to help, handing out weapons and taking weapons to Gobber to sharpen.

Suddenly someone bolted in behind you, trying to wheel something out.

"What in the blazes are ya'- yer supposed to be home!" Gobber scolded, and you immediately knew he was talking to Hiccup.

You tuned out the conversation until you heard a swooshing sound and ducked. The weighted ropes used to trap dragons. You turned with a glare.

"That almost hit me you- ugh!" You groan, before turning to the literal mob of Vikings yelling and shoving at your window. "Would ya lot shut up! We'll get to you when we get to you there's only two... three of us and it takes time!"

You turned to Hiccup, and sighed, "Cmon. If you can't be out there, help in here."

You knew he just wanted to prove himself, not just to the village but to his dad. However, the middle of a dragon raid was not the time.

“Y’know, that invention is actually pretty cool… once you fix the calibration-“ you started, bringing back another sword for him to sharpen.

“The calibration issue I know… I-i just… I need to kill a dragon… I could help…” he mumbles.

You gave a soft smile and nudge his shoulder, “I’m sure that… Astrid could appreciate the ingenuity!”

He laughed and scoffed, “Yeah right…”

Finally the fire brigade showed up and you gave your dad a nod before rushing to help them, sliding over the counter and running to your friends who greeted you.

"Where have you been?" Ruff asked, handing you a bucket.

"Oh you know, dealing with that," you muttered nodding to the forge and mess of Vikings in front of it.

Astrid let out a laugh, rolling her eyes, "Even when he's good at something..."

You quickly and efficiently poured water on unburned houses, hoping to stop the spread at least. Ruff and Tuff helped you do this as the other three helped douse houses. Astrid was a quick thinker, and you cheered her on when she maneuvered the water carrying system so it would pour over a house.

"Yeah! Go Astrid!"

You watched Hiccup look at her with lovesick eyes and rolled your own.

You cheered, before climbing up onto the roof of a house, just as a a Nadder started to fly over shooting fire.

“Shit!”

You cursed and ran to the front of the house, jumping and holding to the decorative piece at the front of the house. The dragon flew off and you built momentum to throw yourself back up.

“Buckets! Water! Now!” You yelled down.

Snotlout was staring up, with the same lovesick look Hiccup had, but you didn’t catch it. You started to slide down the now extinguished roof top.

“Snotlout move-!”

He snapped out of it, and caught you before you fell. You sighed, but were thankful he had caught you instead of making you survive another… compromising position like last time.

“Thanks. Now put me down.”

Hiccup stayed behind, and your father ran out to help fight them off as well, telling Hiccup to stay put.

Yeah, he ALWAYS does that... not.

"Night fury!"

"Get down!"

You heard the whistle and ducked, hoping it wouldn't hit where you guys were. It didn't. You all continued to help put out fires and watched Hiccup's eyes light up.

You sighed, ignoring him and continuing to help.

It was only when you heard screaming and a monstrous nightmare came blazing that you knew you should have watched the shop when your dad ran out of it, you should've watched it damnit.

It would have been fine. His dad beat the literal hell out of it, it ran away, and that was the end of the raid...

Until the tower Hiccup was hiding behind fell over, causing them to loose the deadly nadder they had trapped. And houses to be destroyed.

You all gathered in the middle and you sighed as the lecture began. You felt bad for Hiccup, but at the same time, you knew this wouldn't have happened if he had just stayed put.

"Winter is coming and I have a whole village to feed," Stoick hissed.

"Between you and me, the village could use with a little less feeding if you know what I mean..." Hiccup sassed, giving the crowd, and you, a side eye.

You steamed with anger, going to step forward, until Ruff and Astrid gripped your arms.

"Leave him be... not worth it..."

"At least we're fed?" Ruff asked sarcastically. "We're literally so hot? In what world-"

You grumbled under your breath. There was a reason the group didn't like him that much. You did like him, he was one of your best friends, he was always around the forge, but sometimes he made comments without thinking.

As he passed everyone, with your dad leading him to his house, each one made some comment at him, and when he tried to apologize to you, you just, "Ah ah ah... I don't wanna hear it right now, you said what you said. Go home."

It was obvious Stoick was royally pissed.

Snotlout put his arms behind his head and said, "Well... my dad is super proud of me so..."

Just as Spitelout came up behind him, following after Stoick.

"O-oh hey dad-"

"Don't talk to me in public."

Snotlout tried to laugh it off, but you notice the small glint of sadness in his eyes. You sighed, walking over to him.

"We should start rebuilding I guess," you whispered, kicking a rock.

You knew that would at least take his mind off of it. He always loved to do things especially for you.

He nodded, excited to get to do something, to help. To be useful.

"And later maybe you'll finally-"

"Don't even dream about it."

——

The Trial of Flame.

Every young Viking's dream. To be top slayer, to be able to prove they had what it takes to be a Viking, a dragon slayer.

The morning of, the warriors, including the chief, had left. Meaning your dad got to train you all. Which meant waking up earlier than the rest of the island, to watch him silently make plans and chuckle darkly.

"Don't think 'cus yer my daughter I'll go easy on ya lass," he had said.

You laughed and looked up at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way old man..."

He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "No matter what happens... I'm... I'm proud of ya... yer a good kid... Go join the others… and keep that Jorgenson boy from staring too much yeah?"

You beamed up at him, now even more excited to prove yourself. The group of your peers was ahead and you ran off to them, scaring Snotlout. He retaliated by picking you up and holding you in the air, smirking up at you.

"Air jail."

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down this instant."

"...y-yes ma'am..."

——

You walked in, breathing in deeply as everyone marveled being in the arena. Snotlout stood next to you, and bumped his shoulder into yours as he said, “I can’t wait to get get some legendary war wounds!”

You giggled and shoved him back, “Oh but then you’ll tying your pretty face!”

“Y-you think I’m pretty? I-I… I mean… I’m not pretty! Only girls are pretty…”

Ruffnut stood on your other side, and talked about getting a scar across her face and you giggled, “Oh my gosh, Ruffnut Thorston, super sexy war goddess!”

"Call me boring but-"

"Boring!"

You shoved Snotlout's shoulder and glared, but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

"Easy there Island Princess," he teased, poking at your outfit.

It was one of the traditional outfits you'd gotten from a vendor. A long dark orange skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. Your dad had reinforced them himself. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts, the same color as the skirt. You knew that everyone said you couldn't fight dragons in it, where was the coverage?

Well if your lineage did it for years you could do it too. Plus, to keep from freezing you added some things. Such as wearing pants under the skirt that were a dark yellow in color, adding your fur lined boots. But the top remained un-altered, you soft stomach exposed, which again... danger???

Your responses were

1. This is just for training, it gets hot

2. Sheilds

3. This is just for training. In actual battle you would get armor.

4. You felt comfortable in this damnit.

5. If you were good enough, you wouldn't get hurt.

Snotlout was staring. Hard. At every single detail of your outfit, and how your skin glimmered in the sun, how your chest rose and fell with every breath, how your stretch marks looked like lightning bolts that painted the dark sky at night... Yes he was very distracted by you. But when was he not? He had been asking you out everyday for the past two years. You always rejected him, but he never gave up.

You had to hand it to him, he was very stubborn. It wasn't... that you didn't like him... it was quite the opposite.

But you had gotten used to other boys on Berk using you as a point of their bets and cruel jokes. And while you weren't that insecure little girl anymore, you would always have her in your mind.

When you heard Hiccup behind you, you turned in shock. As far as you had known, Stoick refused to let him do the training, thinking he wasn’t ready…

Astrid made a comment about his dad pulling strings, which made you look confused because... everyone just... signed their kid up for this. It's not like... it was exclusive. But anyway, you digress.

"No way... there's no way your dad let you do this!" You shouted, shock written all over your features. You were a bit excited to see what he could do though.

"Well, he did... now. Listen up," Gobber said.

You had watched so many of these trials before that you kind of blocked out what your father was saying, kind of listening when Fishlegs was giving information and he yelled at him, that was funny.

Blah blah blah... killing your first dragon...

Snotlout puts a finger up, and points at the other teen behind him, "Well uh... Hiccup already killed a night fury so does that disqualify him or...?"

You dad sighed about to reprimand him, when you grabbed his collar and pulled him close.

"For Thor's sake-"

"Okay okay okay! My bad..."

Ignoring everything your dad said, which side note, if you’re learning how to fight dragons, it might be a good idea to listen. Because after that you saw him head to one of the paddocks.

"Uh... hey big guy, aren't you gonna teach us something first?" Snotlout asked as the door was cranked open.

"I believe in learning on the job."

——

You made a flower crown quietly in one of the clearings on Berk. You often found yourself outside, wanting some quiet. The forge was always loud, the village even louder.

“Y/N?”

You turned at the small voice. It was Snotlout.

“Hi! You wanna sit with me?” You offered. The boy nodded and ran over, sitting right next to you.

You finished the flower crown and put it in his head. He blushed and looked down before mumbling, “Flowers are for girls…”

You pouted, “Nuh uh…”

He just shrugged. He was quiet. Too quiet. He wasn’t that much of a talker at 6, but you knew when something was wrong.

“… Is your dad…?” You mumbled.

He nodded, biting his lip, an obvious ploy to not cry. You knew it very well.

“You can cry it’s okay-“

“No it’s not! I can’t cry it makes me weak! H-he said real men don’t cry! A-and they don’t hang out with girls! Especially not you… t-that’s what he said! Yo-you’re my friend! I-I don’t like when he talks like that about you! He said I was stupid, a-and soft because I-I let you play with me…”

You bit your lip. Of course his father had said that, when did he not say something negative to his son? However, instead of comforting him with your words, you just leaned against him, holding his hand.

“You’re my best friend…”

“You’re mine too… d’you… wanna come play later?… He’s nice when you’re around… even if he doesn’t like you.”

———

After your father almost killed you all, you were panting and sweating. Of course Hiccup had messed up. Of course.

You couldn't blame him. He definitely was not a dragon killer. Hiccup was good at a lot of stuff. He was a genius, and came up with so many new plans for more efficient ways to use weapons… but a dragon killer? Not his strong suit.

You look down, disappointed you were fourth out, right after Snotlout. You should've known better. Studying dragons was not the same as being in active combat. You knew that, yet you failed to apply it.

Later, you were all eating dinner together. You sat next to Astrid, across from Snotlout as you ate. Hiccup joined you all late, just as you were saying what you did wrong. You waved him over, but he ignored you, sitting alone at another table.

"...I tripped..."

"That's not it."

You looked up at your dad confused. Yes it was? You watched Snotlout get blasted at, got worried because of course you were worried about that idiot, stopped watching where you were going, and tripped over the shield the twins had been fighting for and... oh.

"...I got distracted. "

He nodded and moved on, suddenly going over and unlocking the book. Your eyes widened and sparkled. You had obsessed over this book as a kid, and now it was something you could read with permission! You didn't have to wait for the older kids to leave the book out and read it!

"Why would I read words when I could just kill the things the words tell me about?" Snotlout asked.

"Maybe you should read a book about feelings. Cuz it seems like you're killing those without reading," Astrid joked.

He pouted and crossed his arms.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. For such a fierce viking warrior... he was cute. But you yawned, the day suddenly hitting you at once. The near death experience… air jail….

"Alright, I've already read it, I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed to be well rested for whatever the helheim my dad throws at us. He's not going easy just because I'm in the class... if anything he's going harder..." you excused yourself, walking out of the great hall.

Snotlout called out, and ran towards you, offering to walk you home. You nodded. Why not?

"I like you... you know that right? Like you're hot...and smart... and strong..." he said, the rain sprinkling around you both, the crunching of the dirt under your boots.

"Sure... not really interested," you said quietly.

He did this every day. Asked you in one way or another.

There was a silence as you kept walking, before noticing you were walking alone. You turned to see where Snotlout was, and he was just about two feet behind you.

"What are you-"

"Why don't you like me?"

The words were soft, but loud. And here's the thing: You did like him. But years of boys using you as a bet because of your size and because of where you were from made and how you were raised by Gobber of all people, you feel like you could never receive genuine affection from someone.

He's looking down and fidgeting.

"Snotlout... would you cry in front of me?" You ask, staring him down.

He stands up straighter, looks up with wide eyes. Part of him was screaming yes!! He would bleed himself dry for you!!

The other part was his father. Telling him that real men don't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. Crying in front of anyone was not allowed. And crying for a girl, of all things, was stupid. And that he was stupid if he did that.

...

"No."

He answered finally, the simple one word answer was followed by thunder rumbling in the distance.

"...Well there's your answer. You're... just forget it... try again tomorrow," you whispered, continuing to walk away.

——

Second day of training. You walked into the arena to see wooden walls put all over the arena and groan.

No way, seriously??? A nadder? You guys just started why did he make you suffer?!

You hid behind a wall as the dragon was released. Hiccup was asking questions about a night fury, but you were trying to not get killed. Suddenly you heard someone hide besides you.

"Hey, so you want me to cry for you, is that it?" He asked, and you looked over with a face that he could read perfectly.

The "are you fucking serious??" Face.

"Snotlout! Not the time!" You yelled, going to another wall.

He followed, muttering an apology that made you sigh. You muttered all the facts you knew about the Deadly Nadder, everything you could remember. The twins were shouting about 'get your own blind spot'.

And then...

"I am hurt I am very much hurt!"

And that's when the dragon started to knock over walls. You ran, holding up your shield. You watched Snotlout push Astrid out of the way, saying "I'll take care of this!" As he swung his weapon.

That didn't last.

——

"You godsdamned idiot..." you huffed, cleaning up his wounds after.

He hissed, but only gripped the table, not complaining. One of the gashes was pretty big and you sighed.

"Gonna have to do stitches..." you whispered.

He just nodded. Accepting it. This was his punishment he was sure. Well, actually his punishment was your training outfits being your traditional wear... but that was neither here nor there.

"You can tell me if you need to stop..."

"Only babies wimp out... just do it."

You tried your hardest to stitch him up quickly... he grimaced, bracing himself by holding the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and you thought he'd draw blood.

When you finished, you tied off the string quickly, and rinsed it off with clean water and a solution Gothi had given you to clean wounds. He hissed, pulling his arm away with a quick jolt.

"Sorry... sorry," you apologized... then began to giggle.

"What's so funny? Huh?" He asked, a bit defensively.

"You... I mean you... barely even so much as flinched when I'm giving you stitches... but the ointment Gothi gave me is where your pain tolerance dips?" You smile, trying not to laugh at how flustered he looked.

"W-well... it's just.. I-i... ugh-"

——

You sat on one of the cliff sides, staring out to the open ocean before dark. Dragons, for the most part, just came out at night. Your dad had a curfew for 6 year old you, before the last third of the sun set into the ocean.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Snotlout standing there. His hair was in his face, and his too-big for him helmet covered his eyes a little.

You smiled brightly, motioning for him to sit next to you. So he did.

"I'm gonna be one of the best dragon slayers ever... just you watch..." he whispered, his helmet now in his lap.

You nodded, not doubting your friend.

"...y'know if I ever had to get married... I'd want it to be you," he said suddenly, looking at you.

You squealed with laughter, laying back, your head on his lap. It was silly how he at seven years old was saying things like that....

"You're silly... but that would be nice..."

——

Day three.

The arena was empty. Except for buckets filled with water. Your father told you all to take a bucket... and pair up.

"Um... there's an odd number of us?" Astrid said, already picking Ruff and grabbing your arm as well.

"Eh why not you three can all be together," he shrugged, getting up into the viewing area. Gas hissed as the door opened and all of a sudden the spark, flame... and smoke... oh the smoke.

You three stood back to back together, and you heard Fishlegs rambling about what the zippleback did before Hiccup hissed at him.

Suddenly you heard a loud, "There!"

And water got splashed on you,

You three went forward and scolded Tuff and Snotlout. Ruff splashed her water on her brother, Astrid doing the same out of anger.

"Maybe your butt's getting bigger," Tuff snorted, teasing his sister.

"N-not that there's anything wrong with-"

Astrid threw a punch, sending Snotlout to the ground, his water bucket spilling, and knocking into Tuffnut, whose bucket flew up and hit him in the face. Suddenly Tuff was dragged into the fog. You gasped, until he came running back screaming, "I'm hurt I'm hurt I am very much hurt!"

It made you giggle a little. But then that made you remember what was in the fog. The other girls left since their buckets were empty. And for the first time in a long time... you were terrified.

You thought you were alone until you heard Snotlout groan from the floor. He quickly got up, looking at you. Almost immediately he stood in front of you, looking around.

"Snotlout... go..." you whisper, your back to his.

"N-no! I... I'm not leaving you alone!" He hissed, looking around you through the smoke.

"You have no water bucket what are you gonna do genius?!"

Suddenly its tail swiped you, making you drop the bucket on yourself. It fell on your face and your nose made a sickening crack, making you yelp in pain.

"Alrighty, up you go," he said before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a test dummy.

"Snotlout Jorgenson put me down you evil son of a-"

But as you were talking he let you out of the smoke where everyone else was. You kicked and struggled in his grip, attempting to get out. You could see more clearly and saw the dragon over Hiccup and Fishlegs, who threw water at the wrong head.

"Hiccup!!"

You heard your father yell as the scrawny brunette threw the water up... and it fell right back down. The dragon's heads grew closer until... they immediately backed up snarling. You watched slack-jawed as he was able to push the dragon back. Snotlout's arm that was holding up on his shoulder fell off you in shock, and you yelped as you fell off his shoulder and onto the hard rock floor of the arena.

"Ow!"

"Oh gods! I-i- um I-... totally meant to do that," he said, looking around, nervously.

You glared at him and stood up, looking at Hiccup before asking, "How did you do that?"

He shrugged and gave a lame excuse before running off.

The group followed.

——

The next few days, he dominated at dragon fighting, knocking them down barely even trying.

The group followed him into the woods, and Fishlegs asked how he downed a gronkle like that.

“I mean I do it all the time but how did you do it?” Snotlout interjected, pointing his mace at Hiccup.

“Probably cuz he’s not watching to see if Y/N’s hip chains break,” Tuffnut snorted.

He turned and glared at the blonde.

Later, Hiccup had come into the forge.

"You're doing great! Why'd you hide this from everyone?" You asked one day, sitting up on one of the wooden counters, watching as he tinkered at the forge.

He shrugged, giving you a grin, "I...I guess I just... didn't want to come off boastful?"

"Well... it great to see you happy and excited about something for once... seriously."

"Thanks... you know I was-"

"Y/N! There you are, come come come!" A voice yelled.

You looked over and watched Snotlout come over with a big goofy grin on his face before scrunching up his nose that Hiccup was here. You flicked his forehead.

"Be. Nice."

"...sorry... um... um the boats-!... boat? Is back! You going down to the docks?" He asked, looking extremely excited.

You shrugged, it's not like you had anyone waiting for you, and you had nothing else to do.

"I don't see why not..." you responded.

He smiled, and grabbed you hand, and you watched as his arms reached out again.

"Don't. Uh uh. No no no sir, you are not gonna pick me up again," you scolded.

He groaned, but you laughed and started running to the docks.

"Hey! No fair!" He called after you, laughing to himself.

"And uh... Hiccup?"

The scrawnier boy looked up at his brash cousin.

"Mind not trying to take my girl?"

Hiccup stifled a laugh as he looked up, "Your girl? Far as I'm aware... she's not anyone's. She's rejected you for like... two years."

Snotlout rolled his eyes and ran after you, catching up quickly.

At the docks you watched as the badly damaged ship started getting loaded off. Stoick walked off disappointed, but stopped to talk to your dad. You assumed about how well Hiccup was doing.

You watched as Snotlout went up to his dad, and said, "Hey dad! I missed you... in like... a super manly way y'know?"

Spitelout handed off a heavy bag of gods know what onto his shoulders. He carried it with a smile, nervously saying, "I have so much to tell you about the trial of flame..."

Spitelout, the devil he was, walked away without a word, disappearing into the crowd. Snotlout was confused for a bit, calling for him, but finally yelled, "I'll see you at home!"

Your heart broke. He looked so dejected, and you couldn't help it. You wondered if that’s how he looked secretly after every time you rejected him. You walked over and took a deep breath, swallowing your pride for him. Gods damnit, you were in too deep.

He looked nervous, but with that fake confidence you had grown to see. He was scared you had seen what happened, that you were going to ask him... but instead, you just gave a soft smile.

"D'you wanna spar with me? I-I mean... after my utter failure the other day... like who gets their sword knocked out of their hands by Tuff?" You giggled. "I mean... since you're so strong and talented I just thought-"

He beamed and laughed, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... no need to flatter me... I knew you'd ask for help eventually. No one can resist-"

The things you did for love...

——

"Hey so-"

He dodges a swipe you made with your wooden sword (not wanting to hurt each other too badly), then parries it with his shield.

"About the other night-"

Another swipe, and he counter attacks. He was holding back and it was pissing you off. You knew he was a very talented fighter, and this? Was not his best.

"You want me to cry for you you said?"

You stopped and looked up panting. He took this opportunity, and tripped you, pinning you down the second you fell to the ground.

You groaned and shook your head as he held the wooden blade to your neck and told you to surrender. The second you got a bearing for your surroundings, you tried to flip him onto his back, but he held you down, pinning your wrists with one hand.

"Ah ah... surrender."

You groan and pout, "Fine fine... I surrender."

He smirked and got off you, helping you up.

"Atta girl..."

You blushed, looking away, trying to catch your breath. But your eyes were drawn back. He was panting, sweat drenched his face, his hair sticking to his forehead as he wiped it with his forearm, chest rising and falling, and then you remembered the way he looked when he had you pinned down-

Okay, so he was hot.

Really hot.

Damnit.

"You still gotta answer me... cry for you? Like... tears and... the water works and... I-I'm not good at this... just tell me what to do and I'll do it..." he started, sitting on the ground.

You sigh and sit in front of him, shaking your head.

"I don't mean it literally... I mean it... in... like would you let me see your true feelings? I don't want Snotlout, the loud, brash, arrogant, foolish Viking he pretends to be in front of everyone... I want the Snotlout behind all of that..." you explain. "The one who looks at me like he's drowning and doesn't know how to swim to shore... Not the one that flexes and runs away... but the one that stays even when he's scared."

He gulped, looking over with wide eyes, "Y-you... you really think... that of me?"

"Of course I do... try again tomorrow.”

He didn't confess again that night. Didn't even flirt at dinner. Just smiled and talked big game like always. You were scared you’d pushed him away…

——

Today was the day. The final day and a crowd was watching. To be honest, you knew it was between Hiccup and Astrid, but just to be there and prove you could keep up was enough.

The fight ended when Hiccup did... whatever he did, you couldn't quite see, and the gronkle fell over. Astrid was pissed.

Oh boy... she shoved him and cussed at him, you looked shocked at her words, as if you had never heard Astrid cuss like that before...

But Gobber pulled them apart as Stoick said Gothi had made a decision. You sigh happily, knowing damn well it wasn't you, and leaned onto Snotlout. He pushed you off. You were about to whisper menacingly at him, until you saw he wasn't looking at you. He was looking up... At his father. Snotlout gulped, looking nervously. He hid his hands behind his back and began to fidget. You noticed, and carefully, to avoid being seen, you grab one of his hands.

"The top slayer..."

Gothi points into the ring. Gobber points to Astrid with a smile, but Gothi shakes her head. You gasp. He then uses his hook to point at Hiccup. Gothi nods. The crowd erupts into cheers and you smile. You cheer and run over, ruffling his hair, as if he wasn’t older than you.

Even Snotlout was excited, but you could see him continuing to glance up at his dad.

——

Later that night you watched as your dad moved around the shop, sharpening weapons and all things of that sort.

"So... you and Spitelout's boy?" He asked suddenly.

"W-what? No... we're just... friends," you answered. And it was true. You were just friends...

"Ah, friends... y'know, I was a lad once and let me tell ya... he looks at ya like ya hung the moon in the sky... like you were sent by Freya herself... He's a good lad... even if he doesn't show it all the time..."

You blush and look away. This was too much to deal with, so you just yawned exaggerating it.

"Well... I-i better get to sleep... that was a lot... um... yeah and tomorrow is such... a-a big day..." you muttered, getting up.

"Yeah... of course. Rest up. I'll see ya in the mornin' lass."

"Goodnight, dad..."

——

When you say the whole village was buzzing with excitement, you mean it.

You picked out your finest clothes, deciding to go for your traditional wear... with a bit of a Norse twist.

It was still the same, a long skirt that was two strips of fabric, one in front, one in back, with slits up the sides to your hips, where they were held together by strong metal chains. The top was a simple piece of fabric that covered your breasts. You had sewn fur onto the sides of the skirt, along all the edges, and the top had Norse engravings you hand stitched into it. The chains were golden, created by your father. You added two black leather arm bands that were lined with fur. These you had also made yourself. This time, the set was a dark red, the fur hemming black. If you remembered correctly, it was the fur of an animal the trader had called a black bear? Whatever it was, it was soft. You add your boots and spin, giggling and happy.

You head to the forge and show off your outfit to your dad. Your hair was in its natural state, you merely styled it a little.

He smiles, surprised by the Norse twist to your clothing.

"Thats... new... you look nice... like your mother might've..."

"Thanks... I-... I'm not just from (Island of choice)... I'm from here. From Berk... my birth giver may have been from there... but you raised me... you're my dad... I'm as much Viking as I am island girl... I-i wanted to show that..." you explained, fidgeting with your rings.

He sniffled.

"Are you crying-"

"No th-the dust got in my eyes!"

You smile, and shake your head, going over and hugging him.

"Yeah... the dust."

——

You were heading to the arena when the others caught up with you.

"Woah! You look... so hot!" Ruff said, literally grabbing your shoulders and shaking you around.

You laughed and spun a little, showing off.

"Did you add that yourself? It looks great!" Fishlegs complimented, pointing at the stitches in Norse.

You nodded. They were so distracted they kept walking, and you giggled, turning, bumping into Snotlout.

"O-oh! Sorry!" You apologize, then see who you bumped into. "Nevermind not sorry."

You giggle, poking his shoulders.

He's just... staring. You looked like a goddess... a beautiful war goddess.

'Gods... snap out of it! You're staring!! A little more and you'll start drooling!'

"You look... wow... wow... just... I-... you look amazing," he whispers, out of breath.

You smile.

"You look good too... c'mon let's go! We don't wanna be late."

You quickly caught up with the others, and you all stood together. The whole village filled in, excited to see the chief's son, the screw up, now top slayer, kill his first dragon.

A monstrous nightmare. Stoker class. Attack 15. Speed 16. Armor 12. Firepower 15. Shot limit 10. Jaw strength 6. Stealth 9. Double clawed wings, snake like neck and tail... and a nasty habit of setting itself on fire.

The most feared dragon in the Viking world.

You shivered. Not from fear. You were actually cold, you had forgotten your furs in your room.

"You cold?" You heard Snotlout ask next to you.

You shook your head stubbornly, unwilling to admit your clothing choices were definitely style over functionality today. Functionality being stay warm.

He scoffed and unbuttoned the furs he had around him, and slipped them over your shoulders, buttoning it carefully, before muttering...

"Idiot..."

Oh that's how he wanted to play?? You whispered back...

"Muttonhead."

"Shorty."

"Prick."

"Okay, calm it princess. You're warm now."

He could feel his father's glare on him but he didn't turn to look.

The crowd cheered as Hiccup walked in. He picked a short dagger and shield. He gave a nod, and the door was opened.

Out came the dragon, lighting on flame. You watched as Hiccup dropped the weapon and shield and gasped. He walked closer, saying he needed to show us... the dragon calmed down for a bit...

"Stop the fight..."

You looked over at Stoick. The man was red in the face, angry. He slammed his hammer down, yelling again, "Stop the fight now!"

All of a sudden, the once calm dragon, grew enraged.

It lit on fire, crawling on the chain roof. You all tried to get Hiccup up and to safety, but the dragon had other ideas, snapping its jaws at him.

The dragon suddenly blew fire at the crowd, and you were quickly shielded by Snotlout. You heard a scream and couldn't tell it was yours until you stopped. You stood back up, looking to see what was happening. There was too much yelling for you to focus and then....

That whistle.

"Night fury!!"

"Get down!!"

You hid your face in Snotlout's chest, trying to keep an eye for what was happening in the arena, but too scared to see one of your friends laying dead down there.

The monstrous nightmare is locked back up, and the Vikings trap the night fury as Hiccup begs them not to. To leave him alone, that he won't hurt anyone. You watch closely, and your heart suddenly hurts... the dragon looks scared... so scared.

——

"Hey, you okay?" You rush forward, checking on Astrid. It's later that same night, and she just came back with Hiccup. You had been so worried you hadn't even changed, only giving Snotlout his furs back.

All the adults had left Berk. Leaving only you guys on the island. They had a dragon to lead them to the nest. They said this ended now.

"I'm okay... gather everyone. Hiccup is going to show us something."

You nodded with a smirk, running off to round up your friends.

——

Hiccup leads you all into the arena, and Snotlout is yelling, what else is new?

"You just disgraced yourself in front of the whole village... why would we listen to you?!" He asks.

"Valid point, valid point... but you're gonna listen to him because I said so got it?" you glare, a hand on your hip, pointing at him.

'Ohhhkay... hot...'

"He's so gone..." Tuffnut whispers.

"So gone..." Ruff answers back.

"Y-yeah! Yeah exactly-... u-uh pay attention gang..."

You giggle, and follow Hiccup, watching as he takes Astrid's hand, going to open the deadly nadder paddock.

"W-what in Odin's missing eye do you think you're doing?! I said we would listen but this-" you start, backing up, your back pressing into Snotlout's chest.

"Y/N please... trust me," Hiccup begs, looking at you with those pleading eyes and you groan. He's been doing that since you were kids.

He just also knows that without you, Snotlout would be the next to leave... the twins were closer to both of you than to him or Astrid... which would leave Fishlegs. He needed you to stay.

"...fine. Just promise we won't get hurt?" You ask. He nods.

——

You watched with joy as Snotlout, while nervous, still lay his hand on the monstrous nightmare's snout. The dragon immediately made a low grumbling noise, and you smile.

He laughs softly, petting its snout. Then he notices. That was all the pens. There was only four dragons. The twins rode together... Hiccup was going to ride with Astrid...

"Hey uh... what about Y/N?" He asked, turning to face you.

You fidgeted with your skirt, looking at Hiccup, who spoke without thinking.

"What about her?"

You sighed, face palming.

"You needed her because you knew I would've left if she wasn't here. So yeah. What about her?" He defended.

You walked closer to Snotlout and his new dragon. You had never looked at a dragon up close like this before... not one that was alive... you carefully reached your hand out and placed it on its snout... it made a purring noise. You began to giggle, gently petting the dragon.

"Oh you're so handsome... so cute... oh... you're... so... wow," you giggled, giddy to see the creature up close.

Dragons had always scared you... until now... he was amazing...

"Well uh, she can ride with you Snotlout."

——

Trusting Snotlout to guide a dragon was... a chore for sure. It was scary at first... but you all got the hang of it.

You held onto Snotlout tightly, until you grew to trust that the dragon would not drop you. Even though where you were going was so incredibly dangerous... you felt peace as you flew.

You put your arms out to your sides, touching the clouds. Smiling, you gently pet the side of the dragon, and he grumbled softly. Snotlout was nervous, but he looked genuinely happy, holding the reins. You loved that he looked happy. Truly happy.

When you got to the island, you saw the biggest dragon you had ever seen in your life.

"Hiccup?! What the fuck is that?!" You called out.

The dragon pulled back a bit, making you squeak, holding onto Snotlout.

"That is their queen! You gotta help them not listen to her!" Hiccup called.

You nodded as Astrid told the twins to make it mad, and told you, Snotlout, and Fishlegs to find its blind spot and distract it.

"Alright let's see..." you muttered, as Snotlout steered the dragon, going in close.

"God this thing smells like death..." Snotlout complained.

Suddenly eyes opened... multiple eyes.

"Guys... this thing doesn't have a blind spot!" Fishlegs called out in a panic.

"Noise!"

You grabbed the reins as Snotlout banged his hammer onto his shield.

"This is just confusing our own dragons!" Fishlegs yelled.

The queen roared and your dragon took off, Snotlout falling off onto the Red Death. You had the luck of holding onto the reins, and yelled when he fell.

"Snotlout!"

You watched as he landed with a thud, almost falling off.

You soothed his dragon and guided him back around, just in time to see Snotlout driving a hammer into the dragon queen's eye and taunting her.

You let out a high pitched war cry, not a Viking one, that drew attention to you from bellow, before shouting encouraging Snotlout.

"That's my Viking warrior! Hell yeah! Woo!"

——

"Is that my kid...?"

The parents looked up noticing that their kids were riding dragons.

"Did your lass just-"

"Claim yer boy? Yeah. This has been a thing where have you been?"

"He doesn't get claimed he-"

"Oh give it up..."

——

You laughed, petting the dragon before you leaned down and whispered, "I'm so sorry... for everything..."

You heard him give an affectionate growl back, and slowly stood up on the dragon's back, still holding the reins. Oh yeah, this would work.

"Get Snotlout out of there! Hiccup's got Toothless!" Astrid called out to the twins.

"But I-" you started to protest.

"No, you distract her while they do that. Trust me," Astrid said.

You sighed and nodded, leading the dragon into her eyesight.

"Alright, ready boy?" You said, petting him.

You called out the queen, getting her attention. She opened her mouth and you smirked, falling off the dragon. You watched the ground come closer and closer, but took a deep breath, trusting him.

Sure enough, you watched him dive beside you with a curious coo. You laughed, grabbing the reins and pulling yourself onto him again, sitting, holding on. You pulled up, and led him, the queen shooting fire after you.

Suddenly, you saw Hiccup fly by, and knew your job was done. You landed, and laughed, pressing your forehead to Snotlout's dragon's muzzle.

"Thank you..."

Your father came up hobbling up to you.

"Y/N (M/N) (L/N)!"

Oh shit. You were in trouble. Your full name? You looked up and bit your lip, looking ashamed.

"Never in all my years..."

"Have I seen something so stupid... so reckless... so totally irresponsible... and so brave. Ye may not be from Berk... but ya got a Viking spirit in ya lass. I'm glad you're safe," he said, pulling yourself onto into a hug.

You hug him back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Snotlout and his dad. Spitelout has a hand on his shoulder. He nods.

On one hand, you were happy for Snotlout... but... why was he only proud of him when it was too late? He could've died... and he wouldn't have gotten that validation.

You turned to watch as blue shots and fire were seen up in the clouds. You were scared. There was no noise except the flutter of wings and the charging up of the shots...

Until finally... the Red Death fell from the sky. She was going straight down. And you watched as Hiccup and Toothless followed in suit.

——

When the dust... sort of settled, ash filling the air, you all went in to find Hiccup. You all watched him fall, so he had to be in here. Somewhere.

You were walking with Snotlout and the others when you found Toothless curled up on himself. You started to tear up, and looked up at Snotlout, who was trying to look brave, despite the glossy tears building up, but... even through all their petty fighting... Hiccup was his cousin.

You sniffled and shook your head, and saw Spitelout try and put a hand on his shoulder, when Snotlout was nudged by a dragon's snout... his dragon.

He put his arm over him, and you sniffled, leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

Toothless opened up his wing to reveal Hiccup's body and you gasped, tears streaming freely down your face this time...

Until Stoick yelled that he was alive. You cheered and hugged Snotlout, drying your tears. You ran up, and hugged your dad, who laughed and ruffled your hair.

——

It was a busy few days while Hiccup rested, rebuilding Berk and helping people train their dragons. So busy you hadn't had time to really talk to Snotlout outside of helping and occasionally riding with him.

You were standing with your father outside the Chief's house when the door opened. You saw Snotlout rise on his dragon, just to scare Hiccup. When he actually walked out and saw that there was nothing to fear, he smiled. He was beaming.

You watched as Astrid punched him in the shoulder, then kissed him. Then you ran over, and punched his other shoulder.

"Ow! Why is it always violence with you two?!"

"You idiot I thought you died!" You yelled, crossing your arms.

Before you dropped the act and hugged him. He was one of your best friends, he scared you.

"I'm glad you're okay...."

——

"So... um did you name him yet?" You asked.

It was late afternoon, and you were sitting on one of the cliffs with Snotlout, his dragon laying behind you two.

"Yeah... Hookfang. I think it suits him," he mumbled, petting his snout. "My dad doesn't really... like him that much... won't let him inside... or let me build somewhere for him to stay... but I'm gonna anyway..."

"Oh who gives a damn what your father thinks... he's not the brave Viking who got all up in the Red Death's eye, or the one who trained a monstrous nightmare... so I think his opinion is mute," you scoffed, softly petting Hookfang.

Snotlout stared, lovesick. You thought so highly of him even through his cocky and brash attitude... how could anyone not just fall for you?

"Oh you're so cute... I love you s'much you know that? Oh who's a good boy?" You cooed, scratching under the dragon's chin, making him growl lovingly.

Your hand accidentally brushed against Snotlout's and you pulled away, blushing.

Then you remembered what Astrid did today. And damnit, you were brave too! You swallowed the nerves you had growing, and tried to soothe the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath. You had to do this.

"Hey um... remember when I told you you should try again tomorrow?" You asked.

He looked up with a soft blush, nodding. Of course he remembered it. He hadn't stopped thinking about it. The way you described him... it played over and over in his head.

"Well now is tomorrow... if you still-"

"Yes! I-I... yes... I want... that... all of that... you... I like you, Y/N. Will you please-" he started.

You smirked and shoved his shoulder playfully, repeating what you heard Astrid say.

"That... is for scaring me when you fell off..."

"H-hey that's not my- mmmph-"

You pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. One of his hands went to your waist where he pulled you in closer, and the other went up to cup your face. You smiled into the kiss, one hand on his shoulder, the other knocking his helmet off as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pulled away and laughed, cheeks red. You didn't look any better, with kiss bitten lips.

"... and that's for making me love you."

"Y-you know you're gonna have to kiss me more often now... r-right?"

"Wanna start right now?"

Hookfang blew a ring of smoke around both of you, making you giggle.

"Hey cmon man... I finally got the girl Hookie! And you love Y/N! ... not more than me but-"

A small flame was sent his way.

"Ow! Hookfang!"

You laugh loudly, giving Snotlout a quick peck on the cheek, and Hookfang soft pets.

"There there my big babies... I have enough attention to go around...."

"But I get more cuz I'm your boyfriend, right?"

Flame.

"Ow! Hookfang! For Thor's sake-"

You smiled. Even wider than before as Snotlout started to play wrestle with his dragon. It was chaos... it was stupid... but it was him. And it was home.

[lastoneout]

Putting this here because I don't wanna bother the OP of that post, but like come the fuck on TLJ does Luke SO BAD.

I get that OG trilogy Luke is very young and people change as they age, and on top of that trauma can affect a person long after the trauma is over, but I'm sorry if losing his fucking hand didn't stop him from trying and succeeding to get through to the good that was very much still inside Anakin then there is nothing that would ever stop him from trying to get through to Ben Solo. Like you're telling me Luke Skywalker offers forgiveness to DARTH FUCKING VADER, who up until very recently he only knew as a vile, evil monster who had murdered millions of people and subjugated millions more AND attacked him and cut his hand off, and still have the sheer willpower to look at that fucking war criminal and say "I'm gonna save him" and BE RIGHT, that Luke, would see his nephew, who hasn't done anything wrong yet, and think "I should kill him so he doesn't maybe become evil" like?? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE, IT DOESN'T.

Vader was a whole entire fucking adult who had up until the last like 15 minutes of his life has spent the majority of it committing countless horrific atrocities with no remorse and Luke knew he wasn't so far gone he couldn't be reached and would not fucking give up until he was saved. Luke faced down goddamn Emperor Palpatine, he risked himself becoming corrupted and joining them, risked DYING despite being the only person left who could actually pose a threat to either Vader or Palpatine, to save the galaxy and his father, and you expect me to believe that fucking Luke Skywalker wouldn't have destroyed himself before laying a hand on a TROUBLED CHILD HIS SISTER TRUSTED HIM TO TAKE CARE OF.

It's just disrespectful. I 100% agree with Mark Hamill about that not being Luke because it wasn't. Luke has always had optimism and kindness as his core driving forces(pun not intended) making him into an asshole cynic to what? Shock people?? Luke would never end up like that in that way. If Luke would go to those lengths to try to save Darth Vader then he would never try to kill Kylo Ren/Ben. If Luke understood that DARTH FUCKING VADER was also a victim and not beyond saving then there's no world in which he would give up on a teenager who hadn't done anything wrong.

And tbh I don't think Ben turning evil would have been the reason Luke gave up on rebuilding the Jedi order because I don't think he would try to rebuild it in the first place, at least not the way it was before it fell. He looked up to the Jedi for sure but he understood their flaws better than anyone else alive. There's no world in which Luke ends up trying to recreate the Jedi and then giving up on helping the galaxy after trying to kill his nephew so he doesn't become evil, and there's no world in which a guy who knew how much dealing with Yoda was would treat Rey the way Yoda treated him. That's just not how Luke Skywalker wouldn't act. Never in a million years. Luke also never let his own flaws or the flaws of others stop him from helping people, especially his family. He lost his and and his friend got sold to a warlord and he still kept showing the fuck up for them. Did dwell on his failures he just got up and said "What's next?" That's who Luke is, for fucks sake. Luke is not a complicated character it's genuinely impressive that anyone was able to fuck him up this bad.

Every actor in that film deserved a better movie. I loved Rose and Poe and Finn and that movie did not(literally so disrespectful to make all the character of color be the unserious b-plot especially after how important Finn was in the first film, they all deserved better). I love Luke Skywalker and that film did not. I love the optimism and fantastical joy of Star Wars and that movie shat all over it for the sake of edgy, disappointing, grimdark twists. I'd rather watch the entire prequel trilogy than ever have to sit through even a minute of The Last Jedi. What a fucking disaster of a film.

[existence-is-useless]

Let me explain: This was a horrible and monstrous thing to do. It was pure evil. Now, there are some good cops who, seeing something like that, would stand up for the civilians and protect the innocent.

Those cops would be hounded, fucked over, forced to resign, fired, or flat out killed in order to continue to strengthen the fascist regime.

That's why there's no good cops. Good cops don't stay cops.

SHOOTING CIVILLIANS POINT BLANK. SHE WAS TRYING TO GET HOME AND THEY SHOT HER FOR NO REASON. GET THIS FOOTAGE OUT!

[amythestalithia]

Movies in the Perselena Verse

No one is going to produce Hercules.

Literally everyone hates Hercules. Yes, he's strong, but no one would expose their children to him.

Perseus replaces Hercules in popular culture/ disney movies. A little editing to his origins, and he's the perfect prince who saves a princess and lives happily ever after.

Perseus : From Prince To King

Arcesius, King of Argos, gets a prophecy from the oracle of Delphi, saying his heir will kill him. Meanwhile, his young adult daughter is dating a shepherd of a similar age. When he returns from Delphi, Arcesius orders her locked up and has her boyfriend chased out of town. Danae gives birth in prison, with a trusted midwife her mother sent to her, knowing she was pregnant, and names her son Perseus. When the boy cries, Arcesius learns of his grandson and orders the two of them to be locked in a casket with air holes and thrown in the sea. Danae prays to the gods, and they answer. She makes it to Seriphos, and Perselena is the kindly stranger who offers her a job at her temple. Dictys is a friendly neighbour. Time skip to when Perseus is 16, and being taught swordfighting by Perselena. The lesson ends, he goes home, finds the king of Seriphos harassing his mom, scares him away by telling his mom about what he's learning from Perse, and the dude goes away. The next day, the family attends his feast. Perseus gets aggravated into promising the King anything as a wedding gift. Cue epic quest in which Zeus shows up and gives him a sword and flying shoes, tells him to sacrifice the head to him after he's done and sends him off. Because of the Medusa Roman backstory, Disney has him talk to her, and she decides she's too evil to live anymore and convinces him to kill her. A shot of Perseus taking off with Pegasus and Chrysor in the background. Andromeda's rescue, the king has kidnapped Danae and had her dressed in a wedding dress and marched to the altar, Andromeda sailing in behind the flying boy and attacking the wedding location from the coast, people fleeing, Perseus using the head to turn King of Seriphos to stone, dictys getting freed by Andromeda, and then Perseus and Andromeda sitting on matching thrones and sacrificing the head to zeus. It ends with the head of Medusa glowing white and a shot of Zeus receiving it on Olympus.

OR

Perseus: Son Of The Sky

Teenaged Danae is locked up in a cage, she gets a gaurd to help and sneaks out using a makeshift casket turned boat, and reaches Seriphos. Perselena gets her a job as a priestess, and Dictys is the friendly neighbourhood fisherman who she traumadumps on, so that's how the veiwers learn of the grandson kills you prophecy. They're walking through a garden together, clearly on a date, Danae says she wasn’t going to have kids, but now she intends to have one son, at the very least. A baby falls out to the sky and into her arms. Danae and Dictys are coparenting the sky baby, name him Perseus for Perselena, and get impronto married for shared custody rights, no other reason while a teenage looking Perselena is just laughing at them and teasing only for the legalities, are you sure? The king of Seriphos showing up to be a creep when Perseus is 5. A time skip, Perseus at the wedding announcement goaded into saying he's going to get Medusa's head for the creep king. Perseus running into the temple and crying at the altar of Perselena, like you taught me to weild a sword, i need to slay Medusa, help. Perselena appears and comforts him, calls him little student. Next she goes up to Olympus and bursts in on her mom, like you remember my student, the one named for me? He needs a magic sword to kill Medusa and Athena is like I have a sword, I'll give it to him once I talk to him, go talk to Hermes. Perselena going to Hermes and being like my student needs a way to travel to Medusa, you got anything. Hermes pulls out a pair of flying sandals. They appear in the temple again, Athena isntalking to Perseus about killing Medusa and how she's already dead, it's her corpse moving around and being a monster. Hermes gives Perseus the sandals.Perseus flies off on his quest Athena asks Perse if the boy doesn't seem familiar, Perse is like he looks a little like Hephestus, maybe they're related, haven't asked. Athena's face is full of realization. Cut to Perseus meeting Andromeda, she's trying to cut her ropes with her hairpin, he frees her, she has him fly her to her kingdom,and after a renunion with her brother, she traumadumps on him and pulls him into a coup against her parents. Cut to Athena on Olympus, in a council of gods, asking her dad and stepmom if they haven't misplaced a son. Hera has an awkward face on, says he came out mortal, Zeus says she needs to tell him these things, Hephestus accuses her of throwing the baby from Olympus, Hera says she asked the west wind to take him to good, royal foster parents. Back to Andromeda and Perseus, falling in love over a coup, and Andromeda's brother being crowned king and a betrothal party for them. Perseus flies off, Andromeda starts preparing a fleet to go to Seriphos, Perseus kills Medusa and flies back to Seriphos, with Pegasus and Chrysor in the background. Perseus intrepting his mom's forced wedding to the king, and turning him to stone with the head. In argos, the king hears of the no heir situation, and goes I'm going conquering, an army marches on Seriphos while Perseus turns down immortality for Andromeda and his family. Army vs a bunch of villagers, and the Andromeda's fleet coming in and Perseus commanding them, and killing the king of Argos. Danae seeing the dude's body and saying oh that was my dad, good job kiddo. Perseus and Andromeda getting married. End scene of the two of them on thrones, listening intently to a fisherman giving them a tax report.

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There are absolutely people who think Herakles did nothing wrong. Roman editorializing or latter historians got it the whole myth wrong or everyone tried to rape women in those days but trying the moves on Perselena Athenide meant everyone hates you.