#A Litle bit

[crispysongkid]

Hey guys guess what I did. Hint: it's something silly. (This Is gonna be a long one so prepare)

Httyd au concept:

The biggest changes (for now) are:

There are two reasons vikings attack dragons and viceversa: First, since Vikings have gods who represent the winter (my Man Ullr for example) and ice, whom they worshipped (still using my Man Ullr as an example, His temples are pretty ambiguos, but he has been seen depicted along with other main gods, like Odín), and dragons are beasts who can breath fire, they could be considered creature who against the gods, therefore the war against them has elements of religion too. It's almost like a Holy war, to gain honor and respect by appealing to the gods. Second is the same one as the in the movies, survival.

Jack Frost (from rise of the guardians) Is there. This Is gonna be very important, so remember it. The tooth Fairy Is there too, but North and Hugh Jackman's fursona (forgot his stupid name) arent there yet because their holidays begin with Christian tradition. They aint that important but this may change.

We talked about another reason there could be to figth dragons. This would make Hiccup's "betrayal" a bigger deal. Not only Is he "choosing" an active threat to the safety of everyone instead of His family, he Is also rejecting the culture and religion he grew up with.

As a direct consicuence of this, Stoick locks Hiccup up with the other dragons. Astrid and Jack get him out so not everything Is bad (in other news, I like both hiccstrid and hijack, so polycule it Is).

Jack is part of the reason the punishment Is harsher in this au and why religion Is involved into the dragon war.

Now you migth say "But Jack wouldnt tell them to murder dragons Finn! Your whole argument goes down!".

I'm prepared for people like you bitch.

His Powers, demeanor and abilities (not all of them, I know, Bear with my surface level knowledge of norse mythology) match almost exactly with the ones some gods have (His demeanor Is very Loki-ish, his Powers match almost exactly Ullr's, etc) and so Is a direct confirmation of The Gods Exist And These Things Are Against Them.

Even tho Jack doesn't tell them to start this war, he doesn't either tell them to stop because he either; doesn't know (there are many other Places in the Globe to be, many other things happening everywhere and I bet it's kind of Easy to just. Forget about the dragons if you were there to see Jesús nailed to the cross. To see the Roman empire rise and fall. To see ANY of the empires rising at the Time. Also in this au Jack Is a much older Entity btw), doesn't care (highly unlikely, but it would be nice to give him angst. If believing the dragons are Out There to get their gods keeps a good chunk of population believing in His existence and knowing how important this topic Is for him, I bet he would look somewhere else during the slaugther) or wouldnt be effective (the dragons are still taking away most of their supplies for survival, so telling them to stop without offering a nonviolent way of dealing with dragons Will only get them to stop believing in him and kill them anyway)

I got More but I'm kinda in a Rush and I Wanna get this out There as fast as possible.

Maybe I'll write a fic about this but I Wanna have everything figures out first

So like, I just rewatched the first movie of httyd and I thougt wouldnt it be fucked up if Stoick had decided to lock Hiccup with the other dragons or what.

Cus you know. He said Hiccup "chose" His side with the dragons, and those chains they put on Toothless looked pretty sturdy, so they know how to contain dragons. If he did wanted to be cruel he could have put Hiccup in the chains of smaller dragons and left him with Them.

Thinking about httyd. Migth do something silly and get deeper into this.

[tenyardstowitchyard]

 Sealed Siblings

Radiance is sealed again, but at what cost. And only one question remain, at the end, have you win?

[harringtonesque]

[lgbtlunaverse]

Thinking of the Nie disciple that told Nie Mingjue it was Meng Yao who stayed behind to clean up corpses on the battlefield today.

Nie Mingjue didn't just randomly stumble upon poor lil meowyao eating bread in the novel, he was already looking for him to thank and reward him for his work.

That's what makes it so fun that nieyao's first conflict will end up being about someone else taking credit for Meng Yao's work.

And I'm sure that Nie Mingjue's actual opinions on plagiarism are a lot more nuanced, all we really get from him in this scene is "well you shouldn't kill someone over it!" which leaves a lot of room for what punishments he thinks are appropiate. But I bet that it isn't occuring to him in this moment that the only reason he knows Meng Yao at all, the only reason he got such a capable deputy, is that he noticed someone was taking care of the dead and cared enough to want to know their name. And then the Nie disciples didn't lie to him. The disciple he asked could have said "it was me, Zongzhu" to rise in the ranks himself, but he didn't. He went and asked others, who all also could have taken the credit, but they didn't. Someone saw Meng Yao working and decided to be honest about it and that simple decision is the catalyst for Meng Yao becoming Nie Mingjue's deputy.

Meng Yao can't just work hard to get results, others have to acknowledge that work. If they don't, it's as if he didn't do anything at all.

[coppermancu]

My little baby girl Barney <3

[eldragon-x-moved]

here with you

[nixotinix]

Please draw this underrated/underappreciated character; Red Tornado

the most fun part about doing these requests is finding out about characters i've literally never heard of in my entire life

thank u for the request! <3

[lapadiada]

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i feel bad for not giving a shit abt wyll bg3 but he’s just. he’s so Good. he feels like being at church (extremely derogatory) i can’t fucking stand it lmao

ALSO because i don’t want to spam but i NEED to get the thoughts out:

- i need to do a Good Durge run immediately bc going bad durge has made me so sad in ways i didn’t anticipate

- ASTARION??? YOUR COMPANION QUEST???? like i knew the major plot beats and i had a picture of his backstory but. fuck dude a bit of it is like. painfully relatable and so well portrayed and aaaaAAAAAAUGH i need to take a lap

- i was not expecting to like minthara as much as i do. i don’t know why i ever doubted that id like her. lolth-sworn drow my beloved

- had to make a couple of durge choices that have made me so deeply profoundly sad like i was not expecting to experience genuine real emotional pain at this level

- fuck, dude. fuck!!! dude!!! uuuugjghh

- MIZORA??????

[sotc]

I FINALLY BEAT TRESPASSER AOUGHHHHH i am feeling so much. I LOVE YOU DORIAN. I LOVE YOU SOLAS. I LVOE YOU BLACKWALL. I LOVE YOU COLE. I LOVE YOU JULEIC. I LOVE YOU TRESPASSER MUSIC. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MY INQUIZZY AGAINNNN

[randomminty]

please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;

[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]

TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do

Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!

This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay

[mayoiayasep]

[id: two images of a person in a clown outfit and make up sitting in front of a mirror looking at a matching wig in their hands, then putting it on the second picture. end id]

genuinely im getting ready to lose at chess to a dog. wicked for good do your worst

[im-smart-i-swear]

(guy whos skin was just touched by spring's first warm sun voice) ummm. beach episode time

[jerseybumpkin]

i was thinking about this in the shower

[aroisuk]

[desceros]

*chin hands at you* you. Me. Warm candlelight. A spaghetti dinner. What's that? The spaghetti dinner is Bayverse Donatello holding reader-chan softly because you're feeling under the weather, whispering sweet nothings as his large, warm hands rub along your back? Yes please, I will have seconds.

-justalotoffanfic 💜

hhhhhh.....hhhhh.......hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh donatello/reader; female reader; rated t

"You look tired."

Warm hands cup the back of your nape. Firm, strong strokes of Donnie's thumb trace either side of your spine, his beak pressing to the crown of your head as he hovers behind you where you're standing at the counter, waiting for your kettle to whistle.

"I'm okay," you protest at first, though you hear the scratch in your throat that betrays even your own voice to your ears; judging from the hum that rumbles in his chest, you know you're busted. "Just a little sore throat, that's all."

A cool hand presses to your forehead, checking your temperature. You close your eyes; it feels good, always, when he touches you. But this quiet love feels even better. How he could, of course, lower his goggles and get a perfect reading of your temperature, but doesn't, because this is more intimate and that's how he likes to be, with you.

"I don't feel a fever," he says, and you hear the click of his goggles sliding into place. Unable to stop yourself, you smile; he hadn't been able to resist being too careful when it's your health after all. "Mm, little tiny bit. Nothing to worry about, though."

You open your mouth to say I told you so, but before you can, his hands grip on your shoulders right where he knows it feels incredible. Lips parted, they do nothing to hold back the embarrassing trill of a moan that comes out, prompting you to slap a hand to your mouth as if you can force it back in.

Donnie just gives a knowing hum to the side of your throat, his plastron pressing to your back as he sidles up close, his fingers pressing and molding your flesh. "You're going to hide them from me?"

"It's—embarrassing," you grit through clenched teeth, though your jaw falls slack when he trails his beak up the side of your throat and presses soft little kisses to your skin there.

"They're pretty," he argues softly, rolling his thumbs down to your shoulder blades, down, down to the sides of your spine where you can never reach yourself just above your bra hooks. "They let me know I'm doing a good job."

"You're doing an incredible job," you gush, palms finding the surface of the counter as your knees go a little weak. He steps in closer, letting his thighs press against the back of yours—not pinning you to the counter so much as just giving you something firm, something solid to rest against.

"Lean on me, sweetheart," he murmurs into your ear, the sound of his tongue rolling over his lips wet in your ear. "Let me take care of you."

It's always easy to give in to Donnie's wishes. You close your eyes, letting him slide his hands down to the hem of your shirt, sliding his palms underneath to stroke long, firm lines along your back. Little swirls of pleasure dance beneath the surface of your skin, one thousand little wakes that result from each tremor he draws forth.

"...Feels good," you slur out, feeling drunk, feeling drugged, only half-feeling the way he unclips your bra so he can press his huge palms to the flat of your back unhindered.

"Good," he responds, his mouth wet at the dip of your shoulder, his teeth gliding over your skin until it sinks into its familiar home at the base of your neck. Gently, just a little, he clamps down, just enough that your thighs squeeze shut and you're tempted, a little, to ask for more.

Before you can, the screaming whistle of your kettle draws you out of the honeyed bubble of his hands. Sulkily, you reach over and turn off the gas, squawking a little when you feel your bra lose beneath your shirt.

"Really, Purple?" you huff, shooting him a raised eyebrow. "C'mon. Do me back up. I've still got a couple more hours of work to get to."

Donnie leans against the counter, folding his arms as you pour yourself yet another pot of tea. Feeling the mischievous energy wafting off of him, you reluctantly meet his gaze.

"I... may have a better proposal for what we could do with it," he says, lips going a little crooked in that dorky grin he always gives when he's looking to eat you out for a while. You feel your blood heat, your skin fluster, and you can see in his eyes he knows he has you.

"Don, no, I have to work—"

"—it'll just take forty five minutes, maybe an hour."

"Donnie!"