#Toothless Human Version

[krikunjayvoice]

[msnihilist]

IF YOU AREN'T PUTTING SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS IN YOUR NU YAOI FIC/ART, YOU ARE A COWARD AND YOU ARE WEAK AND YOUR BLOODLINE IS WEAK AND HISTORY WILL FORGET YOU.

[dragoninatrenchcoat]

sitting here clocked out of work unable to do much other than stare at a wall and think about A Stranger Named Wound by @local-dragon-haunt

[winterwrites23]

Just saw the new trailer for the httyd live-action and idk how to feel about it ಠ_ಠ

[sallykie]

Tags by @izzythebananaqueen

#the bad composition of the la version is actually symbolic about how httyd film franchise went on #they stopped treating hiccup and toothless’ relationship as them being equals and started treating them as “a boy and his dog” #/j obviously but one can’t help but feel that way

also can i just talk more about how awful the cinematography/shot composition is in a lot of the live action httyd stuff we've seen so far. idk maybe i'm just missing something - i don't have any sort of formal education in filmmaking or anything like that - but a lot of the shots so far seem to be a straight downgrade from the original film. like it honestly seems like they don't know what they're doing. it's truly baffling

^ e.g., one of my favorite shots from forbidden friendship. in the original, both toothless and hiccup are positioned close to the center of the frame. there's a gap between them, which may seem like a small detail but it's one that means a lot i think. the gorgeous pink sky is behind them, while the surrounding cliffs and trees frame them. toothless' perked ear plates are fully visible, allowing the audience to get a better idea of the curiosity he's feeling. his wings are also cleverly hidden/tucked away behind his back, giving him an incredibly strong silhouette.

compare that to the live action version. hiccup is centered, with toothless close beside him - parts of his left wing and leg are literally behind hiccup. instead of them being against the sky with the cliffs and trees framing them, the cliffs/trees are directly behind them. the entire thing is more zoomed in, leading to things like toothless' ear plates being mostly out of the frame. toothless' silhouette also isn't as strong with his wings visible like that.

idk. it just looks bad. and don't even get me started on what they've done to the downed dragon lmao

[requinoesis]

After noticing patterns over the years, I created this list with 13 points to score the level of stereotypes about sharks present in a work. I believe that most of these stereotypes have their main origin in the film Jaws (1975).

With the scarcity of works that explore other creative approaches to sharks, beyond the “man-eating ” narrative, Jaws ended up consolidating itself as the greatest source of inspiration and creative reference for many productions to this day. This was called “The Jaws Effect”. 🩸🦈

I've noticed that certain patterns in the creative world repeat themselves to the point of being tedious, which bothers me. Not because they're bad, but because in many cases they're harmful. With these points, I hope to show sharks in a new light.

🩸1 - Great White Shark Popularized by the Jaws movie, the Great white shark has become the dominant archetype in the representation of sharks in fiction. Often, works choose to use this shark or a generic gray version of imprecise anatomy, with no defined species. However, there are over 400 species of shark, and very few are explored creatively.

🩸2 - Man-eater The persistent idea that sharks have humans as a natural part of their diet is one of the most widespread stereotypes. Although there are reports of incidents, most attacks are isolated and often by mistake. Any animal, including humans, could turn to unexpected sources of food in a situation of desperation or starvation.

🩸3 - Forced Behavior It's common to see sharks portrayed with distorted or exaggerated behaviors that don't match their nature just to cause tension, such as:

Hunting small fish, ignoring the fact that sharks avoid expending energy on low-energy prey.

Abandoning easy prey just to arbitrarily chase the protagonist.

Going crazy at the smell of blood.

Showing a wild and constant hunger.

Obsessively pursuing a single prey.

Making aggressive shark species known for being peaceful or timid.

Attacking and destroying objects, structures or vessels with disproportionate fury just to reach someone.

🩸4 - Monstrous appearance It's common to see sharks' appearance exaggerated to intensify visual fear, making them look like monsters rather than real animals:

A gaping mouth, with huge, crooked teeth that are constantly stained with blood.

Menacing, demonic red, black empty and soulless eyes.

Body covered in grotesque scars, exposed wounds and even weapons embedded in the skin.

A disproportionate figure, with pointed shapes, a swollen or deformed body.

Bizarre mutations that completely alter their anatomy.

Technological modifications to make them more weapon-like, emphasizing the idea of the "Killing Machine".

🩸5 - Shark de-characterization Especially in children's works, in order to be accepted by the public or the other characters in the plot, the shark is often forced to change its identity. It is transformed into a “domesticated” version, such as:

Becoming a vegetarian or a toothless shark, losing its ecological role as a predator.

Taking on exaggeratedly “funny” behavior, becoming a caricature.

Having its behavior and appearance altered to look more like a dolphin or other friendly shape, excluding striking features such as prominent fins, visible gills or a fusiform snout.

Choose to portray a specific species of shark because it seems more “friendly” to the public, such as the whale shark.

🩸6 - Limited Nature The representation of sharks in fiction is usually limited to sensationalist aspects, such as the power of their bite, the old phrase that they "smell a drop of blood in 2 million liters of water", or things like "killers from the womb".

However, sharks have some very interesting characteristics that are little explored creatively:

Acute hearing, capable of picking up sounds more than a kilometer away in the ocean.

Their electroreception, which allows them to perceive tiny electrical impulses emitted by living prey and even sense the electromagnetic field around them.

Possible link between their migrations and the lunar phases.

Incredible healing capacity and immune resistance.

Skin made up of denticles made of the same material as our teeth.

They constantly change their teeth.

Longevity and they never stop growing.

Many fish such as rémoras and pilot fish depend on and live alongside sharks.

Sensitive to pressure changes and can even predict hurricanes and tropical storms.

🩸7 - Red Presence Striking presence of red, either with the presence of blood or the color present in the design. This emphasis on red reinforces the shark's direct association with violence, danger and death, contributing to the construction of the “bloodthirsty monster” stereotype.

🩸8 - Dark Music It is common for sharks to be associated with tense, dark and threatening soundtracks whenever they appear on the scene. More often than not, I notice that when sharks are mentioned in song lyrics, it is to express some sort of comparison to some negative stereotype.

🩸9 - Threatening setting Scenarios with sharks are almost always represented in a gloomy, dark, desaturated way, empty of marine life. The environment is treated as a dangerous place by nature, shipwrecks, dark caves, areas full of garbage, explosive mines or the inhospitable depths of the sea

🩸10 - Masculinization The theme involving sharks has always been very masculine. Shark characters are rarely female, while the human characters who interact with these animals, scientists, hunters, divers or specialists, are almost always white men. Women and minorities almost never occupy central or specialized roles in these narratives.

🩸11 - Villainization Sharks are often portrayed as villains by default, carrying negative and caricatured stereotypes, for example:

Gangster or mobster

Aggressor or school bully

Criminal or loan shark

Brutish idiot or dumb henchman

Corrupt politician or authoritarian fascist figure

Indomitable monster or irrational beast

Recurring enemy, obstacle or final boss in video games

🩸12 - Objectification Sharks are often treated as mere resources or utilitarian objects in fiction. They are represented as trophies, rewards, collectibles or consumables, as if they existed only to be hunted, exhibited or eaten.

This objectification also appears in the constant presence of jaws decorating environments, teeth used as accessories, fins amputated as an ingredient, and in the display of the animal's body in a morbid way: corpses exposed, dead body hung and displayed as a trophy in harbor, parts dissected or being devoured by other creatures.

🩸13 - Death As if it weren't enough to have become a symbol of death incarnate, even in animations aimed at children, sharks almost always have the same fate: death. What's worse, their death is usually celebrated as a relief or a victory.

Impaled, butchered, set on fire, crushed, blown up, fished out or killed by another "heroic" creature, tossed about by hurricanes… In many cases, these scenes are treated with humor or graphic exaggeration, turning the destruction of the shark into a spectacle.

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I was unsure about publishing this list as it is just personal observations from someone who loves sharks. A few people asked me for this list and said it would be worth posting, don't take it too seriously.

These stereotypes are not necessarily bad or invalid, after all, we are talking about works of fantasy and fiction. However, they could be resignified through new creative ideas that arouse feelings other than fear and terror.

Although many people's passion for sharks arose precisely from movies like Jaws and the stereotypes it popularized, it's important to remember that these same elements have been repeated almost unchanged for decades. This exhaustive repetition was largely because it was profitable, turning sharks into yet another victim of entertainment capitalism. Over time, this type of representation ended up distancing ordinary people from the reality of these animals, reinforcing fear rather than curiosity. Nowadays things are a little better, but not better enough.

The reality of sharks goes far beyond that. They are mysterious and fascinating animals, older than the first trees or dinosaurs. They have survived five mass extinctions, incredibly adapted from the abyssal depths to mangroves and freshwater rivers. They have unique senses and behaviors that are still shrouded in mystery, as well as a biology so singular that it inspires advances in science and technology. For many ancient cultures, sharks are revered as true gods of ocean balance.

I dare say that by looking after the health of the seas for millions of years, sharks made it possible for our own species to emerge from the depths of the primordial ocean. They are, in a way, guardians of our cradle of origin. And so we owe them a great deal of respect and preserve them at all costs.

To date, no creative work has managed to surpass “Jaws”. Who will be creative enough to create a new work and transform the collective imaginary of sharks from fear to fascination? 🦈✨

[lovelytsunoda]

you've got me under your spell | eddie brock and venom

summary: the then's and now's of halloween in the brock household

pairing: eddie brock x wife!reader (and their son!) x venom

warnings: i've turned eddie brock from a swagless loser to a dilf, venom is loaned to a child as a halloween costume, venom is almost like a second child tbh, implied smut, brief mentions of mental illness and pregnancy-related mental health issues. not to spoil anything at the end but the final section is pretty fucking funny if i do say so myself.

author's note: i have a very delayed last minute addition to my halloween fics for 2024! after flying through all three venom movies in about two days (as someone who doesn't watch marvel movies, might i add), i am pleased (and a little concerned) to annoucne that eddie brock is now my favourite marvel character.

yes, dylan brock is a canon character in the venom comics (or so i have been told) but all this dylan had in common with the canon version is his name.

2010.

she watched fondly from the doorway as eddie picked up the infant, who was currently trying to crawl towards the white pumpkin in the bay window. dylan laughed in his father's arms as eddie spun around before cradling the infant against his chest. he caught his wife's eyes from the doorway, a cheeky grin on his face as he looked down at dylan.

"hey kiddo, i think mommy's looking at us."

dylan smiled, wide and toothless, letting out the baby equivalent of a cheer as he looked over at his mother.

"are you guys ready to make the rounds? i promised mrs. chen some baby time." y/n laughed, reaching out to hold her son's small hand in hers.

the streets outside were lit up with fog machines and smiling skeletons, filled with the sounds of kids milling about. it was baby brock's first halloween, and he was dressed appropriately for it in his little pumpkin costume. after attempting to suck on y/n's finger, dylan dropped her hand and busied himself with attempting to trace the tattoos visible on eddie's forearm.

eddie beamed, kissing his wife softly before answering. "we're ready if you are. lead the way, mamas."

y/n had never pictured herself as a mother. in her twenties, when it seemed like settling down was the only thing people her age wanted to do, she was paralyzed with fear, insecurity and a little bit of self-loathing. being inside of her head was a nightmare, and she wasn't even sure she'd make it to thirty.

things had started to change when she met eddie brock.

slowly, she came alive again. she started to want things that she had thought were out of reach. she wanted to get married, have that house and that family and the white picket fence. to know that everything she had done had added up to this moment, and that everything had been worth it.

but she hated being pregnant. for her, growing another human being had been an arduous, terrifying experience. the eight hours of labour she had gone through on the day dylan was born was enough for her to decide that she didn't want more kids, and that she could still have the family she dreamed of with only one child.

she kissed dylan's forehead softly, brushing back his thin baby hair before tucking the small pumpkin hat onto his little head, and over his small ears.

the couple walked down the front steps of their bungalow, one of eddies arms around his wife, and the other holding his son (which was quite the feat, considering that the infant so desperately wanted out of his father's arms. dylan was an active baby, but he was allowed to crawl down the residential street, he would do so at such a pace that the brocks would never get him back.)

at every house they went to there was someone to coo over the littlest brock. eventually, eddie had to drop that arm around his wife so that he could use both hands to hold his son. dylan smiled that wide, gummy smile and laughed and babbled at all of the people that they passed, y/n clutching an almost-full orange bag of candy (she was convinced that some of their neighbours gave out extra candy to the couple, simply to reward them with the hit of caffeine found in chocolate that the new parents would so crave).

as they walked towards mrs. chen's house, dylan finally settled in his fathers arms, eddie looked over at his wife with nothing but reverence and love in his eyes. even carrying a little bit of extra weight around her hips and stomach, her breasts a little fuller and her arms a little chubbier, she was as radiant as she was the day that they got married. he would do anything for her, for his son. his little family.

"eddie, darling." she laughed, turning to face him. "you're staring."

eddie blushed, the rose in his cheeks barely visible in the dark. "uh, no i'm not."

"yes you are." she giggled. "i love you, eddie brock."

"i love you more." eddie beamed, leaning over to kiss her. "i think the little guy is worn out." he spoke softly, nodding towards the baby in his arms. "he's asleep."

"awe." y/n cooed, gently stroking her son's arm with her pointer finger. the sight of eddie holding their son in his arms would never grow old. she was starting a folder of pictures on her laptop of this very thing, as she knew dylan would soon be too big for his father to hold. "he's just like his father. he can go to sleep any time, any where and in any condition."

eddie laughed. "i feel like there was an insult buried in there somewhere."

"i still married you, didn't i?"

2024.

"dylan, if you want to get to eric's on time, you've gotta get going now! his mom's on the way!"

y/n knocked on her son's door, waiting until she heard the disgruntled teenage groan from the other side. satisfied that dylan had been served enough warning, she headed back out into the living room.

she had put eddie in charge of moving the halloween candy from the massive carboard costco boxes to the festive plastic bowls, and he was doing a surprisingly okay job at it.

their life had changed drastically in the years since her husband had begun to share his body with a symbiote. the symbiote had once given dylan nightmares, and she had fielded one too many concerned calls from the school after he had gone around and told all of the other kids that his father was an alien and would eat anybody who was mean to him (although, once eddie and venom had bonded, venom was steadfast in his commitment to eating any bullies that dylan may face) it had taken time, and a lot of home repairs to get used to, but alas, venom now felt like one of the family.

well, more like the cousin you don't want any of your friends to meet. or the alien that your husband is in a strangely homeorotic relationship with.

"i thought venom would have eaten half of those by now." she remarked, leaning over the back of the sofa to rest her head on her husband's shoulder, hands on his chest.

"i made him promise to behave today. i don't want him scaring the little kids." eddie shrugged, turning his had to kiss his wife softly.

"what did you have to give him?"

eddie paused, waiting a beat in order to formulate an answer that wouldn't send his wife into a spiral. in the distance, he heard dylan's bedroom door open and close, and then the fourteen-year-old came bounding into the living room.

"eric's mom is like five minutes away. is it okay if i wait outside?"

keeping her hands on eddie shoulders, y/n straightened, looking over at her son. "no costume?'

she didn't miss the way that eddie's muscles tensed up under her hands, or the way dylan's pinkie finger twitched. neither of them said a word, and when her eyes zeroed in on the full boxes of nestle chocolates, she got her answer.

"edward brock, please tell me that you did not lend your symbiote to our son as a halloween costume!"

dylan's shoulder rippled black over the top of his hunter-green sweatshirt, venom's inky head materializing next to a defeated looking dylan.

"okay, we won't tell you." the symbiote said , turning to face eddie. "you told me that this was okay with mrs. b."

eddie got up from the couch, pointing a finger at the symbiote. "i said no such thing. i said we were never supposed to tell y/n under any circumstances."

"mom, it's only for the night. you let dad have venom year-round!" dylan protested, stuffing his hands in his sweater pockets. "how is this any different?"

y/n stopped and counted to twenty, eyes closed before she breathed deeply and opened them again.

"that's because your father is the one who brought venom into this house in the first place, and i didn't get a say in the matter. also, your father is an adult, and venom actually listens to him."

"i listen to nobody!"

eddie coughed. "actually, he doesn't listen to me at all. he does what he wants half of the time."

"not the point, eddie! hosting venom almost killed you."

"actually- "

"not now vee!" eddie and y/n shouted together.

eddie reached for his wife's hand, knowing that she needed something to ground her, something tangible that she could hold on to. his hand was warm and calloused, comforting. she ran her thumb over eddie's knuckles as he stepped closer, dropping his voice in the hopes that dylan and venom wouldn't be able to eavesdrop.

"y/n, you know that i wouldn't let dylan take venom out if i didn't think he could handle it. its just one night."

"eddie, venom eats people. i don't want to get calls from parents stating that their sons hung out with my son, and then they came back headless."

"he has sworn to be on his best behavior tonight." eddie insisted. "and besides, when was the last time we had a night that was just the two of us? no dylan, no venom."

she paused, trying to think, the calm was starting to ease back into her body, the initial panic subsiding. her husband was right, she knew. while nights without dylan had become more common the older he got, with the boy staying over at friend's houses or going out late with his buddies, having a husband who hosted an alien sometimes put a damper on date night.

for the past five years, she had felt like she was in a never-ending threesome. don't get her wrong, the sex was absolutely phenomenal, but she missed her husband. she missed the days when it was just the two of them, curled up in bed on a sunday afternoon, with reruns of a bad sitcom playing in the background as they made love without a care in the world.

she realized that she was excited at the idea of having sex with her husband without an alien tentacle trying to slip into her ass (which felt absolutely incredible, by the way. after the first time venom did that, she downloaded all the monsterfucking books she could find on kindle unlimited. trying to explain the plot of ice planet barbarians to eddie had been quite the spectacle).

a honk in the front driveway snapped her out of her thoughts. dylan was looking at her expectantly, venom's head still hovering in the air next to him. if it were possible for symbiotes to give puppy dog eyes, she was sure that venom would be doing so. she looked at eddie, and then back at dylan, weighing her options.

"fine. dylan, you can take venom with you."

venom and dylan gave a cheer, the teen high-fiving one of venom's slinky tentacles.

"i promise not to eat any of the children, mrs. b. only gourmet chocolate. dylan says tonight is the best night for it."

"go on." y/n laughed. "don't keep eric waiting. and be careful!"

eddie and y/n stood by the front window, eddie's hand in her back pocket as they watched dylan run down the driveway and jump into the back of eric's mom's nissan. he had grown up so fast. it felt like just yesterday he was an infant in a pumpkin costume, cradled in eddie's strong arms. now he was almost as tall as his father.

y/n let out a small yelp as she felt herself become weightless, her husband's strong, beefy arms wrapped around her thighs.

"baby, be careful! you aren't as strong without venom! i don't want you to hurt your back!"

"i'll be fine! we have a heating pad for a reason!"

the headed down the hallway in a cloud of giggles, eddie kicking the bedroom door closed behind them with a cheeky grin on his face.

oh yeah, they were going to enjoy every second of having the house to themselves.

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it was nearing midnight when dylan brock came home, shocked to find his father in the living room, sitting on the sofa in the dark and wincing every time he moved.

"dad? what are you doing? where's mom?"

eddie groaned, trying not to move too much. the heating pad rested against his lower back, and any movement sent a sharp pain up his spine. "she's asleep. tired out."

dylan made a face, dropping his backpack next to the couch. "god damn it, dad! i don't need to know that!"

eddie chuckled. "not like that." well, sort of like that. "this week has been hard on her. between you, me and venom, she's got her hands full."

"what's the heating pad for?" dylan crossed his arms over his chest, staring his father down.

"i hurt my back. it's nothing, not important."

"oh my god! you hurt your back banging mom!"

"dylan, keep your voice down! your mother is sleeping!" eddie scolded, screwing his eyes shut. "and she doesn't know. there is nothing less sexy than pinching something in your back while-"

"stop. please. i don't want to know."

"anyways, i waited until she fell asleep to put some muscle spray on it, and that didn't help, so here i am with the heating pad. how was your night?"

"it was good. venom's fun. we went trick-or-treating around eric's neigbourhood, where all the fancy houses are. also, i think i know what possum brain tastes like." dylan scrunched up his face. "venom decided he'd eaten enough snickers bars."

"snickers are for the weak." venom grunted. "real men eat brains."

eddie laughed. "now you know what the inside of my head is like. at least venom didn't try to eat any people. i wish i never knew what grey matter tasted like."

dylan extended his hand. "it's been fun, but i think he wants his host back."

eddie took dylan's hand in his, inhaling as he felt venom fill his veins once more, the familiar voice he'd come to tolerate returning to the back of his mind. slowly, the stinging pain in his lower back started to subside, the symbiote healing him from the inside out.

"thanks buddy. i needed that." he sighed. "and thanks for looking after dylan."

"no problem, eddie. you know, you'd get hurt less around the house if you stopped doing silly things when i'm not here."

"hey dylan, do you want the symbiote back?"

dylan laughed, heading to his room. "not a chance, dad. you're the only person in the world who could handle him."

[ericscroptop]

Oh, Baby!

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), mating press, breeding kink, daddy kink & lowkey mommy kink, fondling, creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, pet names, baby making business going on

this one is embodying sabrina carpenter’s “juno”

“one of me is cute, but two though?”

✦ word count: 4.0k words

✧ synopsis: baby fever is knocking at your door.

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“Hi, cutie!” your boyfriend talks in a gentle, hushed tone, a complete contrast from how loud his volume can range otherwise.

Rightly so though, as his niece sits over his lap, bouncing her lightly for her entertainment with his leg, looking at her through fond, endeared eyes.

“It’s your uncle Youngjae.” he follows with tickling at her tummy gingerly with pinched fingers. Simultaneously through pouted lips, his tongue clicks repeatedly and other noises peep out from him, cutely cooing at her.

Sitting across from them on a different sofa, you watched from your own affectionate perspective, smiling from ear to ear.

It was about time you two paid a visit to not only Eric’s sister, but to come see his niece. She was the first grand baby of the family, so that automatically made her a beloved gem in everyone’s lives.

She’s six months and only kept growing cuter as time went on. It was fascinating the way her boba-like eyes that seemed to never blink, stare up curiously at her uncle, mouth full of her small curled up fist.

You continued enjoying viewing Eric try to bond with her. He’d contort his face into different funny-looking expressions, using exaggerated lip movements and a high-pitched tone to crack any positive reaction out of her.

But she simply drooled while gnawing on that fist of hers, the only action of hers aside from the occasional kicking of limbs.

Only the adults in the room get a kick out of Eric making a fool of himself trying to get his niece to show any ounce of glee, jokingly agreeing that she doesn’t care for her uncle.

It isn’t until his efforts at last pay off through singing a Korean nursery rhyme, that a big, toothless grin bestows upon her. Melodic giggles and babbles spring out of her, almost as if she’s trying to sing along with her uncle.

It’s such a simple moment, but everyone lights up at her finally perking up, flinging her chubby arms around and spouting unintelligible sounds in chorus.

The current setting was so lovely and amusing. Getting a baby to display happiness was always a hit across all boards, especially when it came from someone as dear as her uncle.

Even though you and Eric’s sister further teased her brother with similar comments of how perhaps he should be the male version of Ms Rachel, seeing your boyfriend carefree as such a softie towards a precious, delicate little human, touched your heart.

You rarely witnessed this paternal-like side of his. Watching the man you’re in love with be so engaged and loving towards a baby awoke something within.

Listening to his mellow tone when talking to her, him repeating and imitating the sounds his niece made, and having his undivided attention on her was utterly charming. Not to mention the secure but careful hold he had on her, protective, yet nurturing behavior.

It all looked so natural for him. Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise considering how Eric was raised right. Yes he could be rambunctious and daring often, but he was also sweet, kind, and caring.

Observing him in this way opened up a window of thoughts— for instance, providing you a taste of what having a child with Eric could look like.

And you didn’t realize a baby being in good hands of your boyfriend could possibly make him more attractive than he already is. It really did.

“She smells fresh. It’s that baby smell.” Eric brings you out from your head as he directs his nose repeatedly over his niece’s hair, seemingly obsessed with inhaling her aroma. His face displays fascination and child-like wonder, genuinely impressed at how fresh and soothing she smelled.

“Okay, that’s enough of smelling my daughter, you canine.” Eric’s sister remarked and reaches for her daughter. She pulls her into her arms and laughs, ignoring the over exaggerated pout on her brother’s face when his arms don’t hold the sweet girl anymore.

“It’s Y/n’s turn!”

You perk up as the baby’s passed for you to grab, adjusting and straightening yourself up so that you can hold her well.

For not even one second was your expression not bright. The little one looked up at you wide-eyed as you copied Eric’s action earlier of using mild movement of your leg to spring her up, helping her settle into you.

She grew quite a tad since the last time you saw her. Your fingers reached for her small curled hand, cooing out loud about how tiny it was in comparison to yours. It’s crazy to think that at one point, yours was exactly that small.

With the baby sitting over you, you fully inspect her features in awe.

It appeared like there wasn’t a single thought behind those doll-like eyes of hers, sporadically blinking through wispy, long lashes that had you envious and wishing your natural lashes were that beautiful.

While wiping away some spit that managed to slip past her lips, you continue lingering over the growing features she possesses.

She was apple-cheeked, full of color with a rosy tint shining through. Her skin was so tender and fresh-like. You thumbed at her cheek in wonder, the feeling so smooth and pillowy.

Everything about her seemed so minuscule. Such a fragile being was placed in your hold, brewing thoughts of the full life ahead of her, and that you’d get to be a part of it.

A hand of yours went up to her head, delicately grazing your fingertips over her thin, perfectly combed hair.

You’re compelled to take a whiff— despite laughing at Eric for doing it rather madly. You need to soak in what the hype is all about.

A clean, nostalgic fragrance wafts into your nostrils, humming at how comforting it was for your senses. No wonder Eric couldn’t peel his nose away; Her scent was addicting.

There must’ve been magic in that sweet scent, containing healing properties that made you want to kick your feet out of euphoria and attack her squishy cheeks with a load of kisses.

A simple scent triggered fuzzy feelings, developing cute aggression towards the darling angel.

It led you to think about the idea of having your own little one.

You wonder what it would be like to carry and raise your own flesh and blood. How it would feel to live the life of motherhood— rocking your baby to sleep in your arms, providing your baby with all the love and attention you have to offer, and watching them achieve multiple milestones.

You then circled back to pondering over raising a child with Eric. Just the mere thought of him being the father of your children someday gets your heart going. Your tummy does somersaults in thinking about his role as a father and creating a baby with him.

Without a doubt, he’d be the perfect person to raise a child with. There were a multitude of layers and sides to him that manifested naturally during the right times.

He was protective, respectful, and responsible. Eric carried maturity in the sense that he was considerate and caring when it came to those he loved. Hell, even towards strangers.

He also knew how to have a good time and not let the fact that he’s an adult get in the way of having fun. Thankfully uptightness was something he had an allergy to.

His personality consisted of goofy, playful, and eccentric at times. Charisma shined out from him whenever he spoke. One would never expect the random challenges he’d give himself to an absurd activity, or him barking like a dog as if he was one.

Expect the unexpected is a saying that fits perfectly with Eric. You’re always kept on your toes with him by your side— in a good way, that is. Dullness wasn’t something that existed when within his presence. All the excitement and color he brought to your life would only brighten and grow with the addition of his own kid.

Another thing you valued in Eric was how that man had no fear in unveiling his vulnerability. There was no ultra-masculine front put up to appease to societal expectations. Empathy and sensitivity were things some guys brushed off and hid, claiming that men shouldn’t be so sensitive.

But if anyone knows Eric, they know how emotional of a person he is. A crybaby, as you liked to tease. You can practically picture him crying at the delivery and birth of his child.

It touched you though, for he wore his heart on his sleeve and you admired how incredibly sweet and pure he was.

You’re positive he would fill in all the categories of what it meant to be a parent.

And God… don’t even get started on fantasizing over what your children would look like. Would they look more like you or him? Bless his genetics. As gorgeous as he looks and his whole family are, you’d imagine your kids to inherit remarkable beauty and physical attributes.

The idea of procreating and coming together to bring your genetics and love to life in the form of a human being, swelled your sex more than you liked to admit.

To think that you always destined yourself as ‘little miss rich aunt,’ being the auntie someday that would spoil the crap out of other people’s kids and not bear your own.

But here you are, romanticizing and melting over picturing your life with a child. With Eric as the father, by your side during long nights when the baby is having their nightly feeding, or watching him teach your child (regardless of gender) how to play baseball.

The rest of the evening, there was a persistent tingly sensation in your lower region. Your hormones were whirling in a frenzy, seeing him continue to be gentle and interactive with his niece. It was so attractive seeing him so nurturing, able to handle a baby.

He rocked her in his arms and played peekaboo with her, eliciting the most adorable giggles.

It’s like your uterus jumped into a different dimension. You found your heart, mind, and ovaries exploding, growing warm at how insanely well your boyfriend handled a child.

Seems like you have a case of baby fever.

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Later while you two were heading home, you scrolled through your camera roll, looking at some candid photos you took of Eric with his niece.

Every image brought you the same feelings a happy pill would. Even through the images, it was obvious how careful and attached he was to her. You guys were just with her, but you’re already reminiscing being around the baby.

“Your niece is the cutest thing ever. Those Sohn genes run strong.” you zoomed into a picture that displayed her face clearly, turning your phone so that Eric could see.

Since he’s concentrated on driving, he takes a couple quick glances, grinning at the image you managed to catch of her smiling in Eric’s lap, gums on proud display.

“I know right! She’s like a splitting image of my sister. I just know she brags about it to everyone.”

“I miss her already.” you admitted, longing eyes staring at the photos, wishing to have your own bundle of joy.

“We can go over next weekend. You know my sis would love getting her hands off the baby for awhile.” he assures.

“Makes me want a baby.” you sighed out truthfully, gaze unable to peel away from the pictures you took, clutching your phone tightly imagining as if his niece was still in your arms.

Eric doesn’t know what to say at that. He’d like to think there was no real seriousness behind those words; It was common to feel that way after being around a cuddly, tiny human.

He plays it safe by merely laughing. On the inside however, there’s turmoil over the possibility of raising a child with you. He wonders if that is in your cards, and if you’d want to delve through the journey together.

It’s not really a conversation you two have openly had aside from pregnancy scares. However, if he ever got you pregnant, he doesn’t believe it would be the end of the world. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Eric…” you began shortly, face getting hot at the conversation you’re wanting to have.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks normally, eyes focused on the road.

You slid down just a tad in the passenger seat and reclined, fiddling with the seatbelt and feeling small as you muster courage to spit out what’s been on your mind.

“Do you wanna have kids some day?”

Thankfully his reaction and answer is as clear as day. A genuine smile appearing on his face has you straightening yourself up.

“‘Course I do. I’d love to be a dad.” his response is straightforward and confident, making you secretly thrilled.

“Imagine having a whole baseball team of kids, y’know.” he smirks.

You quickly give him a deadpanned-look, one that threatened to chuck something at him for his ability to say something foolish when you thought this current conversation was going to be wholesome.

You had no right to hate, though. You’ve said way more out of pocket comments. What he said was mild, but you’re just always looking for an excuse to make him sweat.

“Kidding, I’m kidding!” he laughs, defending himself before you even have time to berate him.

“Do you?” he bounces your question for him back to you.

“To be honest… I never really thought too much about the possibility until today.”

In other words, you held no desire to reproduce with someone until… him.

“You’d be a really good dad.” you take this opportunity to tell him. Confident in that statement, and hoping he’d get the hint.

His lips part as he thinks about what you said, visible amusement plastered over him from the genuine compliment. He turns his head to look at you, your face wearing a sappy look.

“Ya think so?”

“Seeing me with a baby wind you up, huh?” he follows with a teasing tone and raise of brows, not leaving room for you to elaborate or comment further.

You wanted to smack the smug little smile he’s wearing right off— because he was right.

“Hm?” he elbows you when you don’t react verbally, always enjoying turning the conversation towards a suggestive direction.

The nudge makes you pout, reaching over and pinching at his arm like a bratty five year old. To which, he responds with that same childish energy, drawing out an ‘ouchhh’ and giggling obnoxiously.

“I’m being serious, Eric!” you whined, flustered even though you want for him to take care of you so well physically, that you end up full of his seed in the end.

“So am I!” he swears. “Did you imagine me as a dad? As a DILF?” he eggs you on. It doesn’t help that all of what he’s saying is true. You’re unable to deny or brush his claims off.

In your head, you can see him clearly as a wonderful dad. One that was attentive, affectionate, and supportive.

Your mind specifically glamorizes over how Eric would look as one. Mr bulky, strong arms rocking your child. Imagine how sexy he’d look when he reached a new level of maturity as a father.

He’d probably grow absentminded or careless with his own needs occasionally, like letting the stubble on his face grow out more than he’d like. Of which, would work in your favor. For seeing stubble strikes your hormones from how ruggedly-manly it made him.

He’d also be extra cautious and protective. Not only when the baby’s alive and breathing, but since the second he’s aware that you’re pregnant. Your stomach feels like it’s flipping at the thought of him being so vigilant.

If he currently is already so possessive and clingy, you can’t imagine how that could increase more. His two babies would be his top priority, on guard 24/7 like a dog.

Especially during the expected-9 months of carrying. You can imagine that he’d be fascinated with your growing bump, hands roaming over and on you at all times. The princess treatment would skyrocket while you worked on staying healthy and allowing the baby to develop.

The envision has you all hot and bothered, legs shifting and core squeezing at nothing.

“And what if I did? What are you gonna do about it, daddy?” you coat that last word with extra sugar and tease, even giving him pouty eyes for extra emphasis.

You swear he grips the steering wheel more than necessary, hearing a name that whips out from your lips when you wanted to be a submissive, dirty little slut.

Given all this talk about babies, being called daddy never hit him this hard. He pokes his inner cheek with tongue, hearing nothing but the replay of your fake-innocent tone in his head.

He takes a couple seconds to send you a look that signals you’ll be in for a real treat when you arrive home. One that would entail giving you what you wanted, doubling down.

You’ve succeeded in horning him up. Now, let’s see if you can take it.

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Within a matter of time, Eric had you locked in mating press, his hard cock suffocating deliciously inside your tight, weak hole.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah, baby?” he breathes out lowly, a sultry tinge to his words that travels hot straight into your sex.

All you can do is moan helplessly, losing any coherence as you bear the weight of his build and manhood. Your only response is greedily sucking him in through your walls, mouth spilling out huffs and puffs uncontrollably that varied in pitch.

Your legs were spread out as far as physically possible, making room for Eric to penetrate into you with great depth, his tip hitting your spongey spots, base and all getting squeezed and dripping wet.

Palms flat on the mattress on either side of you, he uses all his force and sexual urge to drive hungrily into your aching cunt. He’s balls-deep into you, determined to fuck you so well that you’ll be filled up to the damn brim with his cum.

Eric’s taking full charge; Your body’s feeling so small and writhing underneath his. You can barely manage to move your arms since the pleasure consumes your mind so much that all you can do is keep up with his breaths, crying out profusely.

However, you somehow manage to slither a hand down along to find the balls that slapped hard against your ass. You get a grip on them, thumbing the skin friskily and even tugging and juggling at them gently.

“Mine.” you whispered, referring to the full sack in your hold, practically salivating from how close and personal you are with Eric. You’re also dying for him to spill his milky substance into your core, a token of belonging.

A guttural groan emits from him first, followed by hisses and whimpers as more seconds with his sensitive sack in your hand goes by.

You’re killing him. You’ve got him hooked for life.

“Ah, Fuck, Y/n— mph, my nasty girl.” he grits out, feeling a pleasing tickle rippling through his skin, his pace growing off focus from you not resisting in keeping your hands to yourself.

He takes a moment to swiftly redirect your playful hand away and attaching it up to his back, your other hand shortly following. Your nails pressed sharply into his shoulder blades, gripping onto his skin as he fucks you senseless.

You’re drowning in the delicious pressure of his girth beating your pussy ferociously, his hips thrusting hard and deep. He chases that feeling of ecstasy, determined to fill up his pretty baby.

Your nails grip him like you’re afraid he’d stop any moment, digging and scratching into his back and marking him. If you let go of him, you also fear you’d completely lose yourself. So, you hold onto your anchor.

“Mhm, good girl. Take it, princess. This dick belongs to you.” he growls, pushing through your mighty clawing, praising you for responding so well to him.

Squelching and irregular, desperate breaths serve as the soundtrack to your baby making. You’re beyond aroused, wetness coating his entire cock and running down your ass. His hot breath hits your face, lust and desperation casting over his sultry eyes.

You whined, mumbling ‘daddy’ dreamily, locking your legs around his waist. Your legs were straining from being spread out, and you grew more eager to be milked by his cock, anxious in needing him closer to you even though given your current position, how can you get closer than this?

He pushes his face right at one of your ears, brushing his lips sensually over your lobe.

“Tell me, baby. Talk to me.” he whispers, begging to hear your voice form words.

You attempt to formulate something clear, but that goddamn mouth of his delays your thoughts from voicing. Contrasting from his rough thrusts, he sweetly kisses your earlobe lazily but intently. He even draws his tongue out to swirl the muscle over your fleshy flap of skin.

“Make me cum. I wanna cum. Need you, daddy.” you babbled, whining even more when you hear him chuckle through his panting.

“Please— ah!” your plea gets cut off when he unexpectedly sneaks a hand down to toy with your puffy clit, rubbing your needy bud.

Your body arches into his hand, tightening all of your muscles from the direct stimulation over your bundle of nerves.

Eric throbs inside you when your body reacts eagerly, like your walls are tugging at his cock inwards. Your pussy begged to be bred.

“Come on, ma. Cum for daddy, yeah?” his voice is throaty with some fine edge to it, persisting with some final vile rams into you that soon grow sloppy as his own body is rising with tension, leaking tip warning him that he’s preparing to fully erupt.

He fulfills all of your desires, kissing and filling your tingling hole with his manhood, then, coming undone at the same time as you.

Your pussy squeezes his cock all the way empty, your hole now creamy with both of your spilled cum. You cry and cry out to him, arms glued to his upper back as he paints your walls with his love.

“That’s it, ma. Good girl.” he breathes out, drained from all his efforts but relieved to have busted all that he had.

It’s a few minutes of recovery before he pulls out of you, leaving worshipping kisses all over your shoulders and neck while he does so. The blended cum attempts to ooze and drip out of you, but Eric stops that from happening with the magic of his fingers.

Two fingers are inserted into your hole to plug your sex. He pushes the fluids back in, allowing your pussy to soak it all up, still kissing your body as he fills your ears with praises and promises of loving you eternally.

Your walls hug his digits, responding cheekily towards his string of darling words that never seem to have an end. And you like it like that.

After a while, he now spoons you from behind with your back pressed against his chest, bare skin-on-skin contact. His dominant hand reaches over to cup your lower tummy. The feeling is soothing, your eyelids heavy as he rubs at your stomach as if you already have a swollen belly full of life.

“You’ll be a beautiful mama.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your cheek, face flushed with a honey glow.

He thinks about the seed he planted inside of you, dreaming about it blossoming into something that grows in your belly and pops out as a mini human.

Your love being enough to make a whole being has him smiling fondly, snuggling into your figure extra close and never letting your tummy go.

Hopefully you’re extra fertile today.

──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !!

[xxtc-96xx]

I’m curious, what makes you dislike the third movie of HTTYD?

The short version: it basically destroys everything the first two set up. I don’t believe for a second that pale twink killed all the night furies, toothless abandons his brother for a piece of dragon ass despite refusing to take the solo flying tail in gift of a night fury, and the director had the balls to go the PETA route and claim the dragons were being corrupted by the humans by bonding with them and had to be set free so the humans can inevitably get scared of them and start killing them again, seeing that Hiccup’s daughter was already setting traps to catch dragons

Again that’s the short version lol

[yanderes-galore]

Oooh what if wild Toothless who never got shot down by hiccup , toothless who can still fly , toothless who got attached very quickly to a injured human who stuck in his cove/nest❄️anon (yandere pet like concept/hcs/thoughts pretty please ) 

Yesss, here's what I got!

Yandere! Feral/Wild! Toothless Concept

Pairing: Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Dragons killing dragons, Forced/Dubious companionship.

I really like the idea of the roles being switched!

Instead of an injured dragon befriending a human, an injured human befriends a dragon.

This no doubt takes place during the times where humans and dragons are still fighting.

Toothless is still the last of his kind, an elusive species.

You've heard of dragons, you've seen what they can do.

Many vikings tell you to fear them.

You didn't believe them until you were attacked.

You met Toothless as you were hiding from dragons who attacked you.

The Night Fury no doubt smelled your blood from your wounds.

You aren't injured too bad but certainly can't make it back home.

Not with the dragons in the area.

You aren't sure what to think when you see a Night Fury attack the dragons around you.

Toothless sustains some injuries but for the most part is fine.

You fear for your life when the Night Fury approaches you.

Both of you are covered in blood, the attackers are gone.

His eyes are in slits for a moment but he notices you're harmless.

Weak, even.

You could be easy prey.

Instead, the Night Fury doesn't kill you.

Instead he nudges you softly, maybe even tries to clean your wounds.

This Night Fury would be more scared of you than you are of him.

He isn't hungry, he isn't scared, he just seems curious... concerned.

You keep staying still, even as the dragon lays beside you to watch you.

Since Hiccup didn't find Toothless in this you would be the one to give him such a name.

Maybe as you heal more you fed him, allowing Toothless to show his retractable teeth.

The cool thing about this version of Toothless is definitely his flight.

He doesn't need anyone to fly, he's a regular Night Fury.

Yet despite this the dragon befriends you, an injured human.

He doesn't eat humans, it's actually not in the Night Fury diet (Look at the Night Fury article on the wiki)

So he isn't interested in eating you.

This would explain why he chooses to protect you instead.

The fact you're both "harmless" is what makes you able to relax.

That is until Toothless decides to take you away.

After all, you can't be safe here.

Toothless means well when he tosses you onto his back and flies to the cave he usually resides in.

The dragon hates that you give him the cold shoulder afterwards.

He brings you back all sorts of food to care for you.

He wants his human friend to heal.

He feels you're being hunted just as much as him.

You don't harm him because of a few reasons.

You wouldn't be able to go home... and you are admittedly attached to this dragon as your only friend and savior.

This is what makes you accept the supplies you're given.

You even allow Toothless to cuddle around you.

The issue is the dragon never lets you leave.

Nothing gets in the den, nothing gets out.

Toothless has taken the role of your protector.

Your family may think you've been killed.

You haven't.

In fact, you're really safe.

Toothless, as a Night Fury, is intelligent and powerful.

He understands your social queues and gets you what you need.

If you tried to leave then the dragon forces you back in the den.

If he lets you go... you'll die.

Dragons who try to sneak up on you are quickly attacked by Toothless.

Night Furies don't eat other dragons, but that doesn't stop Toothless from tearing into them.

Toothless washes off the blood of his kills before bounding to you.

Yet you know what he's done as you can smell the metallic smell on his scales and breath.

Toothless is loyal and will protect you no matter what it takes.

Why should you even go home? Home won't accept you anymore for having a dragon...

It's just you and Toothless now.

[krikunjayvoice]

The Dragon Queen

[midoristeashop]

Hey! Idk if it’s a weird question but I wanted to know how you do your line work and how you color/render things? all of ur stuff looks like those concept illustrations that are put in “art of *insert media*” and I think it’s so so neat, and I rlly wanna see if I could learn how to color that way too, cause I love art solely meant to get a concept behind, and sometimes sketches don’t get it through right

It doesn’t even gotta be a tutorial like literally throw a speed draw or smth (if u want, u def don’t gotta)

Anyways regardless I love and adore your work and artstyle and everything u do so so much and it’s rlly fire and cool, especially how u do lighting and composition??? Like omaiga

Hello again!! I literally need to get better at replying to asks cuz why am I just seeing this from 2024??? U can throw bricks at me I won’t mind

OK SO I wish I could upload multiple speed paints but I am only allowed ONE,,,, (if u have certain posts you’d wanna see a Timelapse for lmk!) but a lot of the time I don’t like spending too much energy sketching (if the idea is there, it must be barfed out immediately ts). I like to sketch with my lineart brush, just so I already have a feel of what the lines will look like in the end 😼

As for rendering, I have like two different approaches for characters and environments. Esp w environments, I like to focus on values so most pieces I start off in greyscale.

Once the values start hitting, that’s when I’ll go in with like a color or multiply layer to feel out the overall color/vibes. I feel that especially when working from scratch/concept work, u want to leave room for yourself to experiment! I’ll probs do multiple versions of a composition before I go further lolz

And for characters, I literally follow the recipe of sketch, line, base, gradient, and texture. Like every time LOL. If I want things to look like reallyy concepty I’ll go in with a watercolor-like brush, but I’ve been slowly fusing out of that since I’ve been liking just flats n lines <3 anyway here’s a human!toothless w some of my layers

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE and gives some perspective into my weird process!!! Ty for the ask!!

Also if yall wanna see the speedpaint for my httyd 15 anniversary piece it’s here!

[loth-creatures]

How does the Sabine/Ezra reunion go in Lothwolfwalkers? Bc what happened in the actual show was just. What the heck, Filoni. These two are extremely close and haven't seen each other in a decade and they're just like "sup?" 😒

Well since you asked, and bc I am SICK IN THE HEAD ABOUT IT, and bc it will be years before I get to that chapter for reals (and its actually like 3 chapters 💀), and I will not know peace until I get it out of my head, I dropped everything to bust out a much abbreviated draft version of it, I hope you like it :)

Let's just say they've both been through hell to get this far...

Continued when they find human Ezra :)

Now, I hesitate to reveal the full context, bc this is the one part of the story I really wanted to perserve the suspense. In part bc it's become the most important part of Lothwolfwalkers to me. I was also incredibly disappointed with how underwhelming and emotionally devoid their reunion was. They deserved so much better after so many years.

This was very much inspired by parts of httyd 2 btw. I listen to 'Toothless Found' on loop thinking about this also I have a whole seperate playlist for this chunk of the story lol

[eaterofdust]

Toothless: comparison and art study

There is something to be said for the Toothless's of the non-book HTTYD with each being different from each other. The Animated Toothless is iconic in it's design, a cat-like predator which takes only one look for the viewer to know that he is fast. The Live Action Toothless is still cat-like, and yet... too human-ish, like the eyes of HTTYD2 Hookfang. It is the unholy offspring of HTTYD3 Toothless and baby Godzilla. The Live Arena is spikier and bulkier, with a more reptilian and classical dragon appearance and yet is recognisable all the same.

Action Toothless is most bland in colours, with an incredibly unrealistic nearly pure black hue and lack of patterns. The Animated version fares better, with a faint blue hue (which is lacking in these images but real all the same) and patterns across his back and wings. Finally, the Arena Toothless. He has pink around his maw and toes, and though lacking in patterns continues the blue hue.

Interestingly, both Arena and Action Toothless lack the exaggerated scales on their ear plates, instead having a more striped texture like a horn of some sort.

Neck wise, Action Toothless is the outlier, an 'S' curve to it whereas the other two- while still having a mammalian posture- are far more reptilian in their slant. For all three, they have exaggerated scales around the spines that begin only around the shoulder area.

For faces, Animated Toothless is certainly the most complex, a flat shape that slips into a slope at the bridge of the nose and a (mind you, flexible) beak shape at the end of the nostril. His spines begin at the "front" of his eye corners and ends at the end of them (please note the third eyebrow is also error, to which I apologize greatly). Arena Toothless has a rounded flat shape, bulging out at the bridge of the nose, and having a far more exaggerated shape and yet removing the beak element to it. He has the primary row of head spikes, starting from the start of the bridge of his nose and ending at his ear-plates. His secondary row of spines, hardest to see, starts at the front of his eyes and ends at the end of his slight head indent. The third row of spines start at the beginning slant of his brows and ends at his primary ear-plates. Action Toothless also loses the slight beak, instead having the shape but with lips. He has the least flat head and the most visible brows. His spikes begin between his eyes and ends at his first ear-plates. Action Toothless is the only of the free to have more than 4 protrusions to each side of his head.

There is little to be said on head shape: Animated is somewhere between a U and a V depending on expression, vaguely snake-like; Action is a lot blunter and thicker, with more defined cheekbones and having a narrower top. The Arena is merely speculative, but likely is a oval of some kind with the same general shape.

It's fairly obvious that Action Toothless is attempting to appear less dangerous and much cuter. Such a head shape is poor for his aerodynamics, as his original head shape gave him the arrow/jet-like physics, but this lesser head shape will result only in creating more drag for the dragon who's main (if only) hunting tactic is to dive at speeds to break the sound barrier.

Posture has previously been discussed for necks, but in terms of body shape they all follow the trend of a larger chest and thinner lower body (Do not ask what happened to Animated's tail. Please.) Arena has the thickest and shortest tail, held in a dinosaur position. His wings are small, curved with fin-like secondary wings. Action Toothless has a more sloped back, and a tail consistently held low to the ground. His wings are smallest, secondary wings mimicking that of the third movie with how they are nearly folded. Animated Toothless (only from the first movie as GOTNF does use a separate model) has the longest, thinnest tail that is usually either in contact from the ground or held up. His wings and secondary wings overlap each other slightly, with the thickest connecting skin to the body.

Looking closer at the wings of the Toothlessi, it's perhaps equally surprising as not that the Animated's are the most realistic*. All the wings have connecting tissue between wing arms, creating a near flat point until fingers begin to diverge. Arena Toothless has a bulky shoulder joint, and two claws that disrupt the general shape. He has 4 wing fingers, at least 2 of which seems to be fairly straight, and a wavy texture to his webbing. Action Toothless has an oddly thin forearm, 5 wing fingers (which is most realistic as they are fingers- something that Hookfang's design tried to mimic but failed) with the primary being far, far shorter than the secondary, making his wings also appear significantly smaller than they truly are. Said wing fingers are also thick, though not pictured here. The Animated Toothless has 6 fingers, the primary being longest and surprisingly thick arms!

*Fun Fact: The Live Arena Plush has his wings and is actually capable of gliding! It is quite enjoyable.

All Toothless designs contain heavy scale coverage of both front and back legs, and spikes to the front. Interestingly, the Animated Toothless is the only one to be plantigrade rather than digitigrade, as well as appearing to have a slight webbing to his joint though this is equally as likely to be a meshing error. Both Action and Arena go for sharp claws atop paws rather than the flexible and dulled claw of the animated toothless, and thick plating to his rear legs. Both Arena and Animated appear to be stockier than the Live Action, which has lankier, thinner legs.

There is little else to be said between designs. For Hookfang, I brought my own most pressing issue, but Toothless? There is nothing to be said for his head has already been examined.

The only real difference between Animated and Arena Hiccup is their shirt, otherwise a ditto. Action Hiccup differs in that he wears two shirts (see multiple sleeves), lacks a boob window and has a hood. Oh wait, no, the fur of his boots is also a different colour. With such a variation to the designs, it would simply take too long to compare everything and so I shall end on this:

Arena Toothless leans into being a powerful dragon, Animated Toothless leans into being elegant and the Action Toothless was bred into domestication over the time of Vikings to now.

There is such a lack of difference between the Hiccups there is nothing to be said- which seemingly most of the other teens do not follow in.

[countlessofvoids]

I know I'm five years late on this and frankly this conversation is really fucking annoying at this point, but I gained analytical skills just recently, got hyperfixated on HTTYD again and have few things on my mind;

There's a ridiculous amount of bad writing decisions regarding the third movie's main antagonist and even more in the entirety of the film. However in my opinion, Grimmel's character could improve even if you kept all other aspects the same by getting rid of one plot point. And that is "drugging deathgrippers with their own venom".

One the dumbest parts of THW, only beaten by Toothless & light fury's boring romance and the movie's message. But the difference between those is those at least serve some purpose. This could go unmentioned and much wouldn't change. Sure, it shows us Grimmel uses their venom for his crossbow arrows, other than that, the "slavery" aspect is useless. All it does is make him ridiculously evil. Because the audience forgot he's not nice, apparently.

What I'm getting at is - I believe a better alternative would be the deathgrippers serving Grimmel not because they're forced to, but because they want to. Make them have genuine bond like Hiccup has with Toothless.

In universe justification: Deathgrippers are said to be intelligent dragons, so they'd probably understand that working with some creature who helps them hunt is beneficial for them. And since they're pack animals, hunting also works as a bonding activity. This would be a perfect gateway for Grimmel to make them more loyal to him. They don't necessarily need to have Hiccup & Toothless' bond (although I would personaly prefer it that way). Think of it like the speedstinger in RTTE - Despite not liking Snotlout at all, it defended him against the other speedstingers because it considered him a part of it's pack.

Writing/narrative justification: Having a group of dragons take part in killing simply for their enjoyment portrays them as intelligent creatures, which emphasizes how similiar dragons are to humans. Some are assholes just because! Also it means them dying at the end isn't a horrible way of making your audience question your protagonist's morals, since in this version they kinda deserved it.

Grimmel being friends with a bunch of dragons while hating all the others gives him depth as a character - it makes him a hypocrite.

But most importantly, Hiccup and Grimmel being parallels would be much clearer. It shows how they're the same person on different paths, that he could be like Hiccup but choose not to. Or it could lead to him being a parallel to Valka. Older person who doesn't like other people and prefers living with dragons? Sounds like Valka to me!

Now this could create a plot hole with the whole Alpha thing, since in canon they don't listen due to being drugged. However I choose to ignore that because I don't like the idea of every dragon mindlessly following Toothless no matter what personality and concept of the alpha in itself.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Sonamy and Stitangel

I had to comment this because I have seen several times the comparation between the possible first sonamy meeting scenario and Toothless and his interaction with the lightfury and I think I have a more accurate scene to compare 🤭

I already posted a tiny fic of the sonamy meeting 🤭🤭 (scroll down if you haven't read it already)

But seriously, thanks to the new Lilo and stitch live action trailer I remembered something... Doesn't Amy's post credit scene remind you of Stitch, you know a powerful blue alien who landed on earth and found an ohana/family between humans... and that time in the series that followed the movie when he met basically a pink female version of him? 🫠🫠😏😏😏

I think Sonic would be closer to Stitch than Toothless 😂😂😂. Though obviously Amy won't be a double Spy like Angel, for spies I hope we see Rouge.

Now I want Sonic to say to Amy: "will you be the Angel to my Stitch?" 😂😂😂 I would love it if Sonic happened to have watched the movie and the series, I bet he can obviously relate to Stitch.

They even have the same first letter in their names SxA🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷🩵

I very hope, Sonic acts like a clumsy teen that has never seen a girl before because with his personality in the movies and how Amy is represented he can't act like he acts in the old games and I love how universally most of the fans seem to agree with me😂🫶🫶 I mean obviously his personality here leads to assume he would act like that 🙃🙃🙃

What do you think? 😌

Imagine Tom teasing Sonic trying to take photos of his first interactions with a giiiiiiiirrrrrrlllll 🤣🤣🤣