#drago's army

[noctusfury]

The Use of Dragonskins (HTTYD/RTTE)

Hello, my fellow Furians! Welcome to another article! Today, we'll be talking about dragonskins and their usage.

In the HTTYD books, dragonskins are used to make fireproof items and are even commonly used to make fireproof suits. It's also meant to be worn as a type of body armor. Either it can refute arrows or cuts, or it was used to defend against dragon fire (since in this world, Vikings used dragons as hunting companions and steeds of war like how one uses horses and dogs). According to "How To Twist A Dragon's Tale", the Lava-Lout Tribe were particularly famous and distinctive for always wearing dragonskin suits to protect them from fire and heat, since they live on a volcanic island.

In the TV series, it's quite different. There are no scenes that provide evidence that dragonskin have anti-fire properties. At best, Eruptadon saliva does that. While Buffalord saliva is the only known cure for Odin's Scourge. However, it's also true that there hasn't been any evidence AGAINST the dragonskins used by the Dragon Hunters and Flyers having anti-fire properties. Considering their occupations, it's logical to assume that the dragonskins they wear provide some if not complete protection against fire.

Interestingly, though, in the last two films, HTTYD 2 and HTTYD 3, there are clear signs of dragon scales and dragonskins being used as direct fire protection agents.

Also, the dragonskin gear that Dragon Hunters and Flyers wear must have anti-dragon protection since they keep returning in following episodes like Stormtroopers. Though that could just be your typical DreamWorks Dragons cloning technique. 😂

That being said, though, it kinda defeats the purpose of fire protection if most of your skin and flammable clothes are exposed to flame. 😂

However, unlike in the books, in the TV series (and in the films), dragonskins also have another purpose: a statement of status and fashion.

Aside from the fact that they look aesthetically pleasing to wear, it's also a show of one's prowess and status as a man and as a warrior. As Hiccup had even said in the first film:

"Killing dragons is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. Then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those."

As such, in Archipelagoan society, even if we discount differences between the Inner Isles and the rest of the Archipelago, there is a hierarchy or meritocracy that is based on what dragons you kill, and how many of them. And it's also based on how difficult these dragons are to kill. Speaking of which, Mildew was mentioned to have been an excellent dragon slayer in his younger days.

In fact, the "Deadly Dozen" who pursue and hunt the Gang in S5's "Dawn of Destruction" and the two-part "Wings of War" episodes are all wearing dragonskins from these dragons, signifying their status and prowess as elites.

Hiccup goes on to saying this:

"No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first."

Night Furies were considered by many to be the ultimate prey — the coveted prize to fame, glory, and fortune. While no one on Berk had ever seen a Night Fury let alone slain one, Hiccup was desperate to kill one in order to be accepted as a Viking like the rest of his community. (Only for him to wimp out in the end and become friends with one. lol 😂😉) Had he gone through with it, he would've had a luxurious dragonskin that would've boosted his status among the many famous Viking heroes in Archipelago and Berkian history.

Interestingly, in HTTYD 3, Grimmel, the villain, and a contrasting portrayal of what Hiccup could've become, says this:

"When I was a boy and I came up on a Night Fury, I killed it where it slept. That simple act of courage made me a hero in my village."

Strangely though, he doesn't wear anything to show his prowess or achievements. For somebody who boasts about having practically slain every Night Fury in existence (a declaration that I doubt in itself since it's technically impossible in this era), he doesn't wear anything to represent that, like a Night Fury dragonskin cloak, or outfit, or Night Fury claws or teeth. Nothing. Just... boring old leather. 🙄

However, it's different with Drago from HTTYD 2. As you can see from the picture below, he's wearing a cloak of dragonskin which he uses as both a status statement and also as something to shield him from dragonfire.

Of course, as much as I'd like to declare that to be Night Fury skin, there's no proof of it being so, and could easily be some other type of dragon. But if it is, it could be the skin of an older Night Fury. It looked darker in the film, but whatever.

So in conclusion, dragonskins are used for their anti-fire properties (to protect them from dragonfire and from fire in general), as a fashion statement, and most importantly as a status symbol that showcases their prowess and accomplishments as warriors. Dragonskins make good tent material, apparently, as evidenced by the Dragon Hunters.

I hope this was somewhat enlightening. It certainly was for me. Thank you for reading, and see you in the next article!

Long Live the Night!

— Noctus Fury

[beetlbi]

Gravity falls httyd au, is that anything? Transcript under the cut, more thoughts in the tags

Texts says “red” “very protective of Stan, messes with him a lot” “doing much better than in canon bc he isn’t alone + has someone to take care of”

[countlessofvoids]

I think THW's epilogue would work slightly better if Hiccup was a bit older, maybe around Stoick's age. I know the movie pushed the idea of dragons being just instictual animals (as contradictory as it is towards not only the franchise as a whole, but also the film itself), but to me it feels more plausible for Toothless to start forgetting his life with Hiccup after 20+ years rather than 10, if I'm being led to believe they were such an unbreakable bond.

More importantly though, I would've prefered if instead of only Hiccup's family having one last flight; the whole 'gang' was there. While them being an actual friendgroup is more of a RTTE thing (unfortunately), I don't see why everyone else should be excluded, especially Valka. I mean, Astrid got to see her own dragon again. Why couldn't others? Are Hiccup, Astrid and their children the only ones allowed to break the rule? Was Hiccup really the only one to have actual friendship with a dragon?

On an unrelated note, the detail of people forgetting dragons and even claiming they never existed can work - as long as it's meant to interpreted as their existence being forgotten over the course of history, instead of when Hiccup was still alive. Maybe even Berkians and their allies themselves wrote them out to keep the secret safe.

[papabear85artist]

Cassie the rude, nasty, spoilt, greedy, selfish, arrogant, self-absorbed, narcissistic, scheming, cunning, whiny, avaricious, short-tempered, manipulative and loud-mouthed Pink Dragoness from the desolate planetoid Medievilonia 😈 is one of Kairh's most trusted servants and Kudmilla's loyal assistant. She will stop at nothing (not even mud in The Pig's Pen) to locate then obtain most of the remaining Dragons Gold from the basement of The Castle if Heaven aka The Heavenly Castle. She hates Jodie the giant 40 foot Pink Heavenly Whippet due to her being Queen after obtaining most of The Dragon's Treasure, despises Georgette thanks to her successful Ice Cream and Yoghurt business and loathes Queen Kong because of her being much stronger than her. In addition, Cassie is also quite envious of Leila the Big Boar mostly due to her having all the warmth, comfort and the love of her life (Papa Bear) that she will never have. She plots to steal The Dragons Gold, The Heavenly Castle, Georgette's Ice Cream and Yoghurt Co, Queen Kong's massive strength and Papa Bear all for herself usually with the alliance if The Wolf, Coyote, Ferret, Weasel and Raccoon Bandits, Seiya the Dragoness Witch, Spyra the spiteful Purple Dragon, Cyndra the Black Dragoness, her master Kudmilla or sometimes by herself. But her plans almost always backfire due to her own ignorance, often always gets chased away by angry Cows, Pigs, Sheep and Goats before being thrown into a mud pit of The Pig's Pen (much to her disgust) as humiliation then being hurled over one hundred yards away by being butt-bumped by Queen Kong, Georgette, Jodie or Leila into the distance. However, even after every defeat, Cassie is still determined to get what she wants🐻🐮🐷🐕🐲🦝🐗🐶🐄🦍🦆🐘

[this-is-fine-dont-worry]

Introducing you to Finn (Fenris)

[paintedkinzy-88]

Let's take a step back (or rather, forward) and indulge my wandering mind. Behold! Bad Future Dragos!

I want it to be clear that these are at the... latest point in their lives (AKA, before they die) rather than all at the same time. The design choices are very deliberate in that case.

As always, off I ramble---

Raphael was often called the "Umbrella" of the Resistance, due to his habit of shielding those around him with his wings. He's always done this, ever since he was a dragonet, but the danger is much more real now, and he has a lot more people to protect. As it is, his wings are torn beyond repair. Unless he uses his Ninpo, flying is no longer an option. It's also because of this tendency to constantly throw himself into the front lines that he lost one of his legs. Lucky, Donnie was able to craft multiple prosthetics for him, as his size grew bigger and bigger each day, at a much faster rate than his brothers. Unfortunately, this also made him a bigger target, as he was the first Hamato casualty.

Speaking of Donnie, that serpent held the Resistance together, no doubt about it. He wasn't often put on the battlefield, as his skills were much more needed within their bases building defenses, weapons, armor, indoor gardens, and so much more. He was essential to their survival, working the hardest out of the group of engineers and construction workers they were able to recruit. However, after loosing his tail, back leg, and, temporarily, his voice to Krang hounds, he was kept strictly on base only, much to his dismay. With his focus so narrowed down to just build build build, Donnie created more and more pieces of tech to help him do so, like multiple Shelldon bodies and a constant supply of robot arms (that could of course be used as weapons in a pinch). In the end, keeping him so guarded didn't matter. When one of their hideouts was ransacked before they could escape, Donnie stayed behind to initiate a self destruct. He took out the sister Krang in the blast, as well as a sizable chunk of their army.

Leo was the seemingly fearless leader of the survivors, his way of words convincing countless people of all kinds to join their forces. He actually only took charge after Draxum's death, since the yokai had previous experiences in mass wars and lead them as well as he could prior to Leo. His fins have certainly seen better days, but swimming wasn't much of an option after a few years anyways, as the Krang eventually made the oceans far to toxic to be in. Eventually, with his fins so torn up, Donnie did make him prosthetic wings, as attacking from the air was such an incredible advantage. He also ended up taking one of Raph's old arms after a wound left them having to amputate, and resources to build a brand new one were slim pickings. Sadly, after Donnie's passing, there wasn't anyone with the same knowledge to fix and manage the wings, leading to them eventually just breaking off. Leo mostly uses them to stab aliens now.

Mikey gained a growing group of worshippers rather quickly. He hates it immensely, but his family finds it hilarious. With his mystic powers only gaining strength, and getting increasingly flashy as well, it wasn't too much of a surprise that people would see him as an angel, godlike figure, or deity. He was the heaviest hitter of the Resistance, even before Raph's passing, and spent any free time he had either speaking to their ancestors or helping people nurture the little remaining hope in their base. Despite being almost constantly on the frontlines of the worst battles, Mikey has the fewest scars.

AND, FINALLY: Heights. With a quickly added April to help out. Again, these are at the latest stage of their lives, because Raph would definitely have been Much Bigger Than That had he lived to be Leo's old man age.

(And Donnie has always been the taller twin. It's not his fault Leo had more time to gain a few inches on him.)

[the-fiction-witch]

My Dragoness

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + fingering/ anal/ squirting/ bj/ facial/ ejaculate/ spanking/ mastubating / dom x sub/ Word Count - 2062

Part Two to My Dragon

Viserys's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes locking onto Y/n's with a calculating intensity. “Now,” he said, “now we begin our true work.” he sighed, “The time has come,” Viserys declared, “for us to reclaim the Iron Throne. We've been waiting for too long, gathering strength and resources in secret. It's time to strike, to show the Seven Kingdoms that we will not be ignored.” He sat up keeping Y/n in his arms, his eyes burning with determination as he surveyed their surroundings. “We need a plan, a strategy to take back Westeros.”

she nodded "I am no good for war my dragon, should I summon your men to discuss? Or should I just listen while I pleasure my king?" She cooed

Viserys's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of her words. But beneath the surface, a spark of desire flared to life, fueled by the promise of pleasure “No,” he growled, “don't summon anyone yet. Not until I'm done with you. You'll listen to me, and only me, as I tell you exactly how to make me feel.” he smirked, “And as for pleasing your king…Your mouth,” Viserys commanded, “is going to be busy tonight. You'll suck me dry, take every last drop of cum. And then you'll swallow, swallowing everything I give you.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a rough, possessive kiss. “Now get to work, my queen.”

she nodded and moved to her knees taking his cock in her mouth without hesitation licking the seed from his cock after the previous orgasms inside her as well as her own jucies,

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as she sucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless. “Yes,” he hissed, “just like that. Deeper, harder, take it all. Don't stop, don't slow down.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping tight as she worked him over with her tongue and lips. His hips pumped upward, fucking her mouth with abandon as he chased the next orgasm. “I can feel it building,”

Viserys whispered, “a storm is coming, and I'm not just talking about the weather. The people are restless, hungry for power and revenge. They'll follow me, blindly loyal to the Targaryen name.” He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a fierce light. “It's time to gather our allies, to forge alliances and make deals. We'll need the support of the Great Houses, their armies and resources if we're to succeed. But there's one thing holding us back…the question of who will sit upon the Iron Throne once we've reclaimed it.” Viserys's gaze locked onto hers, piercing and intense.

she nodded as she sucked and licked

Viserys's grip on her hair tightened, his body tensing as he approached the brink of orgasm. “Don't stop,” he growled, “keep sucking, keep licking. I want to feel it build, to feel myself spill over the edge.” He thrust deeper into her mouth, his cock pulsating with tension as he teetered on the precipice. And then, in a burst of release, he came, spilling his seed down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. Viserys collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent and exhausted.

Y/n swallowed it all but she didn't stop, moaning down his cock as she works

Viserys's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as he felt a surge of renewed desire course through his veins “You're…you're killing me,” he gasped, “with those sounds, with that mouth. Keep going, Y/n, don't stop now. I want to feel it again, I want to come all over your face.” He reached down, his hands grasping her shoulders as he pulled her closer. “Suck harder,” he commanded, “suck it like your life depends on it.”

she sucked and licked as much as she could moaning down his cock,

It was then viserys saw why she was suddenly so vocal, as her hand was between her legs fingering herself and rubbing her clit letting her juices and his seed leak onto her hand as she pleasured herself. All while still sucking his cock.

Viserys's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the sight before him. “Oh, god,” he breathed, “you're…you're touching yourself. While sucking me? That's…that's filthy.” He felt a jolt of excitement run through him, his cock twitching in her mouth, Viserys's gaze remained fixed on her hand, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched her pleasure herself. “You're…so dirty,” he whispered, “and I love it. Come closer,” he commanded, “let me see you touch yourself while sucking my cock.”

she moved onto the bed still sucking his cock as her hand moved passionately desperate for her release

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as he felt himself slipping further into ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, “touch yourself like that. Show me how you get off. Make yourself come while sucking my cock.” His hips began to pump furiously, driving himself deeper into her mouth as he chased the rush of pleasure.

her sucking slowed as she moaned more and more but did her best between moans to keep her pace

Viserys's grip on the bedsheets tightened, his knuckles white as he strained towards release.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, “don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop sucking me. I'm close, I can feel it.” Suddenly, Viserys's entire body locked up, his muscles tensing as he came in a torrential flood. His seed shot down her throat, filling her mouth and making her gag. But she didn't pull away, instead continuing to suck him dry as if starving for every last drop.

Y/n moaned loudly sucking so hard he almost fainted as she hit her orgasm squirting down her hand

Viserys's vision blurred, his head spinning as he felt himself being drained of every last drop. “Y/n…oh god…” he whispered, “you're… you're killing me.”

she stopped her hand and slowly milked the last of his seed before she collapsed on the bed her pussy trembling from excitement

Viserys lay there, spent and exhausted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he watched Y/n collapse beside him. For a moment, they just lay there, the only sound the heavy breathing of two people who had given themselves completely to their desires. Then, Viserys reached out and gently stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in its softness as he whispered, “You…are…amazing. I've never felt anything like that before.”

"did it please you my dragon?" She gasps

“it pleased me” His voice dropped to a growl, “I want more.” Viserys's hands closed around Y/n's wrists, holding them captive as he leaned in close “You know what would make it even better?”

“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“If you were bound,” Viserys replied, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. He left the bed a moment to grab his belt, expertly knotting it around her wrists before pulling tight. “Now,” he said, his voice dripping with menace, “let's see how long you can hold out.” he grabbed her hair and pulled her to kneel across his lap, he spread her ass cheeks and thighs letting her drip down her legs, she let out a small squeal of excitement as he looks her pussy and ass over a few times before slapping her ass hard

"Ughh! My dragon!"

Viserys's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he spanked her again, the sound echoing through the air. “Oh, yes,” he purred, “my little dragoness likes a good spanking, don't you?” He ran his hands over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with gentle fingers.

“Yes my dragon!”

“And now,” he whispered, “it's time for something else.”

Viserys's fingers dipped between her legs, f

she moaned loudly as his fingers slipped inside her dripping pussy

Viserys's fingers moved in and out of her, pumping steadily as he leaned back on the bed, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's face. She was so wet, so ready for him,and Viserys couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and ownership “My little dragoness is so eager for me,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He added another finger, stretching her wide as he pumped in and out of her. “Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. Viserys knew exactly what he wanted now,and nothing was going to stop him from getting it.

she moaned and screamed in pleasure as he so roughly fingered her, his fingers moving inside her pumping and stretching her making her squirt and squeal

Viserys's eyes blazed with excitement as he watched Y/n's reaction, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her “Squirt for me, my little dragoness,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. He felt a rush of power as she obeyed, her body releasing a flood of liquid as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Viserys's own arousal spiked, his cock throbbing with need as he reached down and wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself slowly. “Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes locked on Y/n's face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

he slapped her ass a few times more making her red and sore before he lubbed up his hand with her squirt and used it to slip two fingers in her pussy, and two fingers in her ass

"Ahhh! Viserys!" She screamed as she immediately came squirting down his hand and screaming loudly as she clenched around his fingers and trembled desperately

Viserys's face twisted in a snarl of satisfaction as he felt her clench around his fingers, her body trembling with release. “Yes, my little dragoness,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. “You're so responsive, so eager for me.” He worked his fingers deeper, feeling her muscles contract and release as she came down from her orgasm. Viserys's own arousal was almost unbearable now, his cock throbbing with need as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. “I want to see you come again,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

she whined but it was too late viserys found her gspot inside her pussy and all he had to do was rub on it with his fingers and she came screaming and squirting all over him,

Viserys's fingers danced across her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He felt her muscles tense and release as she came, her screams echoing through the air as she squirted all over him. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, as he rode the wave of her orgasm with his fingers. Each time she came, he felt her body tighten around them, milking him for more. “Faster,” he growled, his own arousal spiking as he felt her climax build once more. He quickened his pace, rubbing against that sweet spot until she shattered apart again, her body convulsing in ecstasy. And still he didn't stop, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy and ass, coaxing out another scream, another torrent of liquid. Viserys's fingers were a blur as he worked her over, his movements swift and precise. He could feel her body building towards another climax, her muscles tensing in anticipation. With a sudden burst of speed, he rubbed against that magic spot once more, sending her soaring into another orgasm.

This time, however, it was different. Her body seemed to shatter apart completely, her screams echoing off the walls of the tent as she came with a ferocity that it took him over his own edge his seed spurting out across her stomach,

As she lay there, spent and helpless, Viserys withdrew his fingers from her pussy and ass, leaving her gaping and vulnerable.

Viserys's chest heaved with exertion as he stood up, his fingers still slick with Y/n's juices. He towered over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity “fuck” he growled, his voice dripping with menace. “You are going to be the best queen ever.” he cooed laying down with her,

“Viserys…”

“Yes Y/n?”

“I love you, my dragon" she cooed

"I love you too my dragoness" he cooed leaning down to kiss her lips

she held his cheeks in her hands as they kissed, as sweet and tender kiss full of love until they pulled back

His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a fierce passion. He grasped her wrists, holding them captive as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers once more “No, don't pull away,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “Not yet.” His mouth crashed down on hers once more,

[lex-crow]

I think krogan should be scared of valka

He is fucking terrifying but valka has been, from what you can infer, destroying killing and maiming drago’s hunters for years.

I think he would’ve only seen her in person once and seen she has a bewilderbeast like drago and operates alone (with the dragons but you know) pretty much single handedly holding back an army?

He is rightfully weary

[bluejulius]

HTTYD OC posting hrs, meet Sifgrid the Savage (AKA Sif!)

I changed her name since posting this lmao, it used to be Sifgrid the Spirited. She is a tall warrior lady with a soft centre deep down. She’s made a vow to never show fear again!

She lives on a remote island called NoWhere with her best friend, Jev the Jumbled, a scientist with fibromyalgia. Sif helps him gather ingredients and conduct experiments. The village thinks Jev is odd but they like Sif, so they leave him alone in his workshop. On her fetch quests for her friend, Sif also looks for her long lost brother. She knows he is probably dead, but still she wonders.

Her dragon is a Monstrous Nightmare named RoseThorn, the runt of his clutch and the jumpiest of dragons ever. Thorn encourages Sif to show her softer side, and Sif hypes up RT to be fearless!

here’s some ✨backstory✨ below the cut if interested;

Sif didn’t come from NoWhere. She came from a faraway neighbouring village to Eret’s, called Arvengarde. Her family was known for sheep herding, but her brother Kova always yearned for adventure. Sif had a phobia of dragons, always hiding from them whenever she caught sight of them in the skies, making her a terrible shepherd as the dragons would come down and easily pick off the sheep she was supposed to be guarding. She’d get nightmares about them attacking her home and maiming her family. Her dad always believed in her though, saying she’d get the hang of it eventually.

Her village was attacked by Drago after refusing to cooperate with him, as they hated and feared dragons and would never work alongside them. During the raid, Sif’s father urges her to run, but frozen in terror, she doesn’t. Her parents are killed in front of her, but her brother convinces the soldiers to spare him and his sister, offering to join Drago’s army instead. They are put on a dragon trapping crew and meet someone very familiar 👀

Kova and Sif are all each other have left, so Sif decided that in order to protect her brother, she must never show fear again. But something happens one day that changes everything...

Hijinks ensue but i don’t want this post getting too long so I’ll leave it there! lmk what you think <3 if you’d like to request anything about them pls hit up my ask box

[threepandas]

Bad End: War Bride

I tried everything. EVERYTHING. But in the end... nothing changed.

We were CRUSHED.

My people fought valiantly. Proud and noble, honorable and good to the very end. I was... I AM... so proud.... so very, very proud to be their honored princess. Their King's first born (and only) child. My small kingdom. My precious, precious people.

Forgive me.

Guhwa is falling. The chrysanthemums our small nation is so known for, red with the rivers of citzen blood spilled. I... Gods, I tried to strengthen our armies. Made allies. Agreements hand over fist. Better weapons! Stronger walls! Food and infrastructure! Anything. Everything! To forestall the end.

This end. Our End. (I had prayed. For so, so long. So very hard. That I was wrong.)

(But I wasn't, was I?)

Bloody and terrible, which... gods, I always feared would come.

Reborn into a story. Where the terrible was made insipid and light. Where all could be forgiven in the name of ~Love~! The death, the horrors, the screams that filled the streets. Children dying in their mothers arms and the blood of brothers as they tried to run. Families torn asunder. Lives cut short.

It's OKAY. It was for LOVE! For the Gods little LOVE story! Roses and romance. Intricate silks and palace drama! How FUN. How ROMANTIC! Look at all these Pretty Boys~!

Sickening. Utterly sickening. It was enough to make me vomit.

My friends, my family, my servants and THEIR families. My PEOPLE. They were not SET DRESSING! Bodies to be thrown on the pyre! Fodder for the machine! The servants who snuck me candies as a child. Who stayed up late to rock me through nightmare. The friends who laughed and joined me in lessons, just so I wouldn't have to be alone.

The people who were so proud of me, I might as well be a daughter of their very own.

MY Guhwa.

I grit my teeth as it BURNED.

The story did speak of me. Or at least, a woman with my name. My face. A selfish, bitter, hateful thing. A lesser antagonist. Little power. After all? Why would a princess from such a minor kingdom have any power in his Majesty illustrious court? The Emperor was the son of heaven after all!

Did she go, I wondered, to seek an alliance? To seduce protection for our people? Was she there by choice at all? In my soul, somehow... somehow I always knew. Suspected. My answer.

Guhwa is just a notch in their belts. Another glorious conquest for their festering empire. Bloated and heaving, like an animal spoiled to rotting. They don't need our land. Don't need our resources. It was about power. Control.

My... my people... my beloved people! DIED for their Power and Control!

I scream, wrathful and grieving, as I swing my glaive. Keeping distance as I strike down the vermin that swarm the palace. Let me die here. Please, gods! Let me DIE here! With my people. My Honored Father. With Guhwa!

There! Lazily striking down servants, who are fighting for their lives. I see golden fucking hair. You. That miserable, festering, philandering, PIECE OF SHIT! Come to claim some honors, have you? Glory in FUCKING BATTLE? What GLORY is there in this?!

My rage feels like acid. A roaring of dragons and a hushing of the world. Inside me, it is deafening. Outside? The world is far away. Only anger. Fury. RAGE. Kill him. Kill him! KILL HIM!! And on the ground, still held in the loyal hand of my Father's finest, is my means. A crossbow. One bolt.

Ignoring the battle around me, calm as tranquil waters at the heart of a hurricane, I lift... and fire.

My smile is gruesome, as I watch the fucker SCREAM.

Pity, it wasn't deep enough to kill. He turned. But I certainly took an eye. Kocked him from his pretty little horse. A grieving and bitter chokes free. I drop the bow. Turn to fight on. And... meet the eyes of Death.

I glare. Baring my teeth like an animal. Too furious to care anymore, what behavior I should present. We will not die quietly. We surrender to no one! If they want our land? It will come blood soaked and in ASHES! Guhwa will give them NOTHING!

Dragon eyes consider me, coolly assessing, even in the midst of open conflict. Storm grey hair like a war banner, snapping in the air behind him, crowns a face untouched by the brutality he's unleashes on all I love. A beautiful monster stands, fights, in our midst.

The third prince. Infamous so-called War God of that Golden Empire. Ah... I wonder... Should be honored?

That humble Guhwa, required the Third Prince himself, to destroy. I guess... ha ha, I guess my actions were not so totally, in vain. Just simply... not enough. Insufficient. Like the struggles of an ant, against the boot that sought to crush it. No. NO!

We do not BOW to the likes of YOU. Dogs!

But of course, in the end... the Gods Laugh. We are not Heaven's favored. Their spoiled little pigs. They make mockery, of humble Guhwa and our pride. It's simple people. My Father, Our Lords, the Generals... all dead. The soilders gather us, the defeated, in ropes. On our knees. Kneeling on the blood soaked ground before them. Women, children, and the wounded.

I kneel before all who remain, dragged alone to the front.

Their fear is like a terrible weight at my back. But... but I can not show it. Will not show it. I am Guhwa's crown now. So, on twisted ankle and screaming knees, I sit properly. Befitting my station. My head unbowwed, my shoulders back. Let them take my head before they take my pride.

I AM Guhwa.

The blonde pretty boy fop, stomps out to hiss and lord over me. Sedately his half brother follows, generals in tow. Blonde boy has a new eye patch. I smirk. Oh dear, bite more the you can chew? May the wound fester unto death, you wretch. I spit. Get a backhand for my troubles. (There are screams. Voices howling in outrage and begging on my behalf. Children start to cry. I do not deserve them. I do not deserve them.)

He draws back a foot to kick me. I do not cower. Bare teeth stained in defiance. Dare him.

"Finish that action, brother, and I will take the leg to match that eye."

There is only one person, here, who would dare threaten the crown prince of that wretched land. More importantly? Only one who could and get away with it. I turn, half disbelieving, only to meet a predators gaze. Dragon eyes, picking me apart. The War God stolling forward, like he's come to examine an art piece, not a prisoner.

Dispite my pride... I feel fear.

His reputation precedes him. And it is not kind.

Still, I clench my hands, grit my teeth, and tilt my head up in defiance. You are NOTHING before me, so called War God! Your Empire TRASH! My Guhwa is worth ten THOUSAND of your filthy little cess pits! I sneer. The picture of royal distain.

(I shake, as his mouth curves ever so slightly in amusement. He sees through me. He sees through me!!)

Cool eyes move from me to his brother. I watch as they turn from cool to a cold and flat I have no name for. Dragons and death. All my mind can scream at me, is those eyes are dragons and death. Run. Be afraid. There... there is nothing human there. Not anymore, if there ever was.

Distantly, I hear the "main love interest" stomp his feet like a child. Rage and demand. He wants my death. My suffering. Humiliation and desecration. How DARE I fight back. Pathetic. I can not keep my disgust from my face. Nor do I try.

The third prince looks bored. Like he's waiting for a child to be "done". Get his little tantrum out of the way. Anyone with eyes can tell a decision was already reached, will not be changing, and the Crown prince's spoiled demands will not be met. The price of battle, after all, is the risk of injury. Did he think this a game?

(Yes. He clearly did. It is winning him no favors.)

"You're in a delicate state brother. It's clear the pain has overwhelmed you." The third prince interrupts, clearly done with tolerating his half brother. "I would hate for you to take a turn for the worst. You should go lay down."

The Crown Prince startles, struggles, but is ultimately manhandled away. All but dragged, shouting and cursing, by his brothers loyal towards the medical tent. Oh dear. Politics at play. Sure hope I haven't condemned the fucker, now that he's not "perfect". That would be terrible!

"Enjoy seeing him suffer, do you? Or is it the humiliation of being dragged away?" Caught staring, my gaze snaps back to the third prince. That terrifying little quirk of the lips is back. He's amused. "It's not hard. I'll show you how to do it."

What.

"You'll have to tell me what other sort of things amuse you. So I can gather them. After all, you're not going to be leaving for a while. I imagine you'd cause trouble, wouldn't you?"

The thought of me causing "trouble" is what finally does it. Turning his smirk into a full, predatory, grin. Like he can't decide if we wants to bark out laughter or bite me. Eyes hyperfocused like he's hoping I'll run. Somehow, someway, bolting so he can chase me down.

(Ice slides down my spine. I... I refuse! T-To be AFRAID!)

Keeping my voice imperious, unafraid, I demand to know why, exactly, I would need to tell him ANYTHING. His laugh is the chuffing of a beast. The exhale of air, more then sound. How cute I am. How funny! Don't I know? Haven't I realized yet?

Guhwa's been conquered. And I have a choice, here.

Either Guhwa get a new king, by force, or it gets wiped of the map! And HOW is this to happen? Oh, little princess, you know exactly how. You're a warbride! But hey, at least you'll be his honored FIRST wife. Instead of a concubine. Like the crown prince wanted.

I jerk back. Ready to hiss exactly where he can shove his... HIS-! When I remember my people behind me. A child, trying bravely not to cry too loud. An elder, whispering prayers. Turning my head... I... I can just barely see them. Dirty, battered, bloody. Willing to follow me straight into hell. They would not blame me if I refused.

Only I would.

Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes. Breathe deep. In, hold, release. Again. For... damn it. DAMN IT! For Guhwa. Be it poison or knife. My hands around his filthy throat. I will burn their wretched nation to the ground. Dance on it's ashes and return a QUEEN.

"That's it. Right there." When I open my eyes, he's crouched in front of me, staring intently at my face. "Beautiful~"

"You'd tear my throat out with your teeth if I gave you even half a chance, wouldn't you? Rip out my entrails and choke me with them. You wear hate so well, princess. Rage. I wonder... what other emotions can I drag out of you?"

He seemed almost gleeful, as he mused.

"Ah, what a perfect little bride I've found. A lovely little monster."

"I can't wait to break you and make you mine."

[justhauntley]

So I've got this httyd au idea that I've been sitting on for awhile now, I guess it could be considered as a rewrite or something but I don't see it that way. Anyway here's some ideas for my Colourful Nights AU, I'm still working out the factors so it's not the best.

There's going to be more of my thoughts under the cut (aka the usual Hauntley rambling)

First and foremost, the idea to give Grimmel a night fury comes from this post on reddit

Before seeing this I had 100% planned to just... Not have Grimmel exist in the Colourful Nights au? I kind of hate his whole- thing?

I had the idea of Grimmel seeing what Drago did and deciding that where the man failed was not in trying to control dragons, but instead that he didn't try to control powerful dragons specifically. I know that Toothless is supposed to be an endling, but I think the idea of Grimmel slowly building his own dragon army but with dragons he considers powerful and having a few night furies is cool so. Maybe he kept a couple of night furies back during the mass fury hunts, because having them bend to his will makes him feel powerful? Or maybe he only had one. I'm not sure if I'll even keep it but I like the idea.

For my light fury design (I call her Clearscales), I liked the idea of her being a night fury with some sort of genetic mutation, and I'm not sure if I want to keep the disappearing act or not? I like it but I don't know if it would still work if I gave her darker scales, but also! Would I be able to call her Clearscales still? :( That's a very important part, because I've gotten attached to the name.

I also had an idea that relates back to a fact about the Dramillion titan in rtte, it has the ability to camouflage itself like a changewing because they're distantly related, implying that titans have access to traits the normal members of their species don't have.

So what if Toothless' lightning isn't an inherent night fury skill, but instead a trait of night fury titans? Maybe it's due to a possible distant relation with skrills? I always liked the idea that the "lightning" part of "Offspring of lightning and death" was because their blasts look somewhat like a the result of a lightning strike (at least in the 1st movie), but maybe it's also because a titan was witnessed doing this, and because the second and third movies imply that after the first transformation, the titans don't look any different from the normal members, people just assumed that it was something they could all do, and ontop of everything else, it led to a mass panic and hunt?

I'm all over the place and am in no way coherent, but that's my dumb little idea, if you're reading this I can't believe you actually read what I wrote, or scrolled down through it at least. Thank you :)

[the-jason-todd-murder-weapon]

Warning: essay rant about the third httyd movie below

Okay so like, with the httyd live action dropping soon, I figured I should go back and rewatch the series and oh my god I forgot how poorly written the third movie was. first thing, hiccup is apparently overcrowding the island. the incredibly big island. does he have literally every dragon under the sun on that island or did the writers just forget how big the island is?? and before someone goes "oh they couldn't have expanded more because they would be too undefensive!" they have. dragons. that they can train. into being look outs. also they've already partially expanded past the main village, we see a grumpy old man that lives outside of the main village because nobody likes him in riders of berk. all they would have to do is start building houses over there and boom, more village, less overcrowding (or, at the very least they could make stables for the dragons over there, and the few houses over there could be for anyone who wants to take care of the dragons. anyway, moving on from the overcrowding thing, we meet the next villain who has dragon eating dragons (I am eternally sad they made a new dragon eating dragon instead of using the one we already have, but I suppose a death song wouldn't have fit in with his whole personality, considering he seems to be more of a tracker while deathsongs lure their prey) anyway, we learn he killed all the nightfuries expect for toothless and then immediately get introduced to the lightfury who he doesn't seem all that shocked to see, despite her only being a female of toothless's species and not an entirely new dragon species which...what?? we literally just got told he killed them all and then it immediately gets reconned by them implying he only killed the males and that makes zero sense?? the females would have been just as deadly to his village- if not more, considering they can GO INVISIBLE but no, he just kills the males, okay. also I'm pretty sure it's implied the lightfuries are a subspecies and not actually just sexual dimorphism (there is a baby lightfury and the nightlights look different from it so) but that still makes no sense? you're telling me a man hellbent on revenge for his village killed JUST the nightfuries, learned about one of the subspecies and...didn't hunt them down? because, remember: he isn't surprised to see the lightfury, he KNEW they existed, but okay, sure. I'm not even going to get into how bad the lightfuries design is, by the way, they can't handle the cold but she's fucking pure white and GLITTERY? the literal only place she could hide is in snow if she wasn't given the ability to go invisible, and then, once the main villain finds them they decide to flee instead of just. staying and fighting?? bro you overpopulated a big ass island with DRAGONS he has maybe twelve at most fight him?? like. all you would have to do is smash the vials on their heads but noo, he's obviously a horror unknown and we can't fight him despite winning against a dude with a fucking bewilder beast and a dragon army literally last movie- they push him up like he's scarier then drago but he just. isn't. like, he's a better hunter sure, but that wouldn't have even mattered if hiccup was actually smart about the situation. Also snotloud hitting on valka was weird as fuck and I do not know why they included it when snotloud has objectively better, more consistent personality traits you can make a joke out of (he and his dragon literally lovingly bully each other and you had to make him hit on hiccup's mom to make jokes??) also I feel like all of the personality was stripped from every dragon except toothless, and they just become fucking cars to tote them around until we get to the sad ending where they all have to leave :((( also the ending made no sense either, what do you mean ALL the dragons are leaving to the hidden world?? babes there are three different dragon eating dragons they literally cannot co-exist like that. also how are you explaining that to the several different villages who rely on their dragon(s) to live??

"yeah sorry guys, we decided nobody can know they exist so you've gotta give them up, yes we know you rely on them but you have to" like genuinely, fucking hiccup from the original movie was smarter then this hiccup, his ass was dumb as a fucking rock. I do actually like the fact that he gave toothless the tail to let him fly without him, but not the context as to why it happened. or the whole "oh noo, what if he doesn't come back now that he doesn't need me :((" YOU'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR 10 FUCKING YEARS YOU SHOULD KNOW HE WONT. like they shot his character dead behind a denny's just so the plot of this movie actually worked. because like- babes you're dragon has nearly died for your ass fifty fucking times if that wasn't enough to prove he wouldn't leave you I genuinely do not know what would. I feel like they also killed toothlesses character just to make him a love sick puppy

[chonkchu]

Looking at my other blogs for ideas and finding out the LA HTTYD is INDEED a shot for shot film when Dean said it wasn’t before just shows even more greed in the form of misleading the audience.

Like if you’re going to remake something for the soul purpose of it being a beloved franchise, ADD some more major changes and I’m not talking about small unnecessary ones like the twins thinking they’re twins but they’re not or some stupid shit. Like the opening for example (since most people who are going to watch it probably watched the original), SHOW Toothless living in the red deaths nest or seeing his mother and or better yet change it so there are some night furies if you’re going to redo and change the trilogy? Show and give a better implication of Valka and her hinted disappearance, Drago (ambiguous identity) building a dragon army, Stoick meeting Grimmel, mention the idea of the hidden world. JUST MAKE IT DIFFERENT SO ITS NOT A DIRECT COPY OF THE ORIGINAL BUT ALSO WITHOUT RUINING THE CHARACTERS AND FOR A BETTER POTENTIAL FOR OTHER STORIES.

I wouldn’t be that disappointed with some of the changes like with Toothless’ design or some of the other dragons or whatever if this was a completely different adaptation, but it’s not. It’s just the original but with live humans and a real background and with a hint of personality flare of how causal audiences view them as, not what they actually are in the original and what’s worse, the director lied into our faces as hardcore fans. Overall still CGI and I will have even less respect for it because Dreamwork’s always dominated Disney with their plots and now to see them create their FIRST LIVE ACTION REMAKE of not even all that old of a film to think about it is just pathetic as rivalry scheme. What happened to original ideas? Wtf happened after Puss ‘N Boots: TLW? OH DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH SHREK 5. I might bicker about that soon, I mostly have illumination to blame for that which I think was also the reason why THW sucked too.

[star--anon]

Medieval Thominho AU

Minho, the bastard child of a disguised dragoness and the sole heir of the King. He spends his time tricking dragons into giving him their gold coins and running for his life from the King's army.

Thomas, a traitor and runaway farmboy trying to find the rumored resistance, the Right Arm. He becomes an apothecary, scavenging medicinal books from burned down libraries, to aid the villages that he comes across on his travels, ones too poor to afford real medicine.

They meet on their travels — Minho running away from a patrol of knights, Thomas walking with his back to the castle, sure he'll meet the Right Arm eventually.

Minho shows off his skill of lighting a fire, which he does by waiting for Thomas to look away and then breathing dragonbreath onto the firewood. Thomas, who lost his flint weeks ago and hasn't had a hot meal since, heals the cuts on Minho's face and arms in return.

They decide to sleep together for the night.

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"The tavern stew tasted like steel and blood for six days after the knights left. I picked apples that still had my friends and neighbors' guts on them. I washed their flesh off the potatoes."

Minho leaned against the old stump of a tree, prodding the logs of the bonfire with the tip of his boot. "And that's when you figured it out?"

"That's when I figured it out," Thomas murmured. "That it all had to change."

"I'd advise you to figure out something better," Minho said, brusque and unsympathetic. "Nobody resists the King and survives. There is no Right Arm; there's only rumors made by desperate villagers. You should've stayed in your home. Now you're a wanted man in the entire kingdom."

Thomas grit his teeth and tried not to lash out. "All that talk about hating the King, yet here you are telling me to let him kill me."

"You would've been safer beneath the knights' sword than attempting to kill a throne."

"As if you would know. What did you do, anyway, to make the King so angry?"

"Ask someone else," Minho said, suddenly evasive. He dropped Thomas' gaze and busied himself by needlessly picking dirt off his tunic. "There's enough rumors about me."

Suddenly curious, Thomas pressed, "Even more important to hear the truth, then."

"I was born," Minho said, shortly. Then he rolled over and buried himself in his covers.

[nightskydragons]

Simple sketch of the other seadragonus giganticus maximus as nightfurys plus toothless

Toothless: Much like in the books, toothless is the youngest one here

Green Death: Toothless dad, Him and toothless were the only nightfurys of the volcano nest. Despite being toothless father, the green death didn't like his son at all and usually just stole food from him.

Purple death: a rivial, trying to take the green death territory on Dragon island. The Purple death was just as mean and nasty as toothless father. The two fought viciously for hours in the volcano, creating a lot of noise which angred the red death. Resulting in both of them getting eaten

Furious: the nightfury of Outcast Island, this aggressive titanwing is very untrusting of humans and will even come to the aid of predatory dragons like changwings if a human has the upper hand on them. This hatred of humans only got worse when Alvin tried to capture him for his dragon army, but this failed attempt only resulted in alot of dead outcasts.

Luna: During the war, vikings would tell stories of a vengeful ghost that haunted the deep woods of berk. letting out blood curdling screams till the crack of dawn, searching for the dragon who killed her in the night. Ironically, this screaming ghost was a dragon, specifically a blind female nightfury, just trying to find a date. She got her name by her large pale cataract eyes, that looked like two moons. Being blind she had to make up her lack of vision with echolocation, which surpasses any nightfury including toothless.

Wodensfang: found half dead on a block of ice floating in the Arctic ocean without his tail fins, left by hunters who didn't realize they caught a nightfury. Wodensfang would have died if it wasn't for valka, finding and nursing him back to health in the sanctuary. As a nightfury, he preferred to stay away from the other dragons but would occasionally visit valka and cloudjumper whenever he was feeling social. After the events of drago, he was brought to berk which is where he got his new tail. Turning this sleepy old dragon into an energetic nightfury, racing all over berk with toothless.

Idk just a little au when nightfury were just rare and not hunted to extinction by some crusty old guy

[eat-your-milk]

We Bow To You Our Liege looks so cool I'd love to hear more!!

Can do! This is one that has less details than most and its a biiiit hard to explain but ill try my best :D (and this one is based in history a bit ooo)

This one is set during RTTE in the episode 'Darkest Night'. Instead of being injured, Stoick is killed when he is ambushed. As the people of Berk panic, Hiccup is immediately called back to take charge of the people and prepare to become Chief.

As per tradition, a week long Thing is held. All of Berk's allies are called to Berk to watch Hiccup become chief and renew their treaties.

Unfortunately, all is not well in the archipelago. Their war is affecting all of their allies with severe losses. Not only that, but there is someone wiping out entire villages with a supposed army of dragons. As Hiccup balances trying to sneak away to find the King of Dragons and investigating who is behind the heinous attacks, the leftover tribes deliberate their future.

They decide they need to reform and regroup to cut down losses. They need to be a unified front against these dragon hunters and the mysterious attackers from the north. But, in order to to that, they need to have someone lead them and coordinate their islands.

Someone who knows dragons and can help the tribes train dragons to fight back against the hunters. Someone with great leadership skills who hasn't lost a single soldier. Someone who is allies with most of the tribes present, and has fostered new relations with other distant tribes.

Someone like Hiccup Haddock.

Entirely against Hiccup's wishes, he is elected as King over the Archipelago. He is tasked with leading his new kingdom in the fight against the Hunters and to create a dragon army of his own, all while trying to mourn his father, get to the King before Krogan and Johann, and find out who Drago Bludvist is.