#httyd oc whump

[eman-cosplay]

HERE IS FUL FULL HICCUP COSPLAY OUT OF GREAT PHTOTO SESION

[beebooca]

dark Rune AU?? YESSIR

this AU is so damn sad, I made myself cry when I was figuring it out LMFAO I might share some lore for it if anyone wants to know more

[loverofwhump216]

I am rewriting an old story and can't decide if it would be better for Hiccup to fly in recklessly for a slim chance at defeating his current enemy with only his former foe as backup. Or for him to be "captured" by the former foe so he can fight his enemy one on one. Either way Hiccup is hurt (tortured) in the process.

[useless-moss]

Getting back into my shenanigans and a 'Dagur working through prison trauma w/ Hiccup' fic reminded me of an old angsty idea @reallyprofoundkryptonite and I had for the Kin All the Same AU. Also nutmeg idea inspired by that one @evilwriter37 Heather fic. (I'm almost certain it was one of their fics at least-)

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TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Referenced Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Rape, Rape Aftermath, Implied Pregnancy and Abortion

Characters: Original Trans Male Character (Magnus), Viggo, Krogan, Dagur. Other characters mentioned.

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The last few weeks have been... Hell, to put it lightly. The panic of Magnus' initial disappearance, followed by the anger and fear of learning he'd been taken by Grimmel, and then the fight to get him back. A fight that was doomed to be a bloodbath from the second the hunter dared lay his hands on Magnus. For rather obvious reasons, in retrospect. No sane person, or person even vaguely aware of the consequences, would reasonably try. And for good reason.

Viggo, Dagur, and Krogan saw Magnus as their own. They'd worked together to raise the boy, and they didn't tolerate their son so much as being insulted. Dagur has thrown men overboard for challenging what Magnus says in regards to the dragons he handled. He's struck a few idiots with an axe for suggesting the boy be used as 'stress relief' during some particularly rough weeks at sea. Krogan has outright killed a few men, his own flyers and Viggo's hunters alike, for similar reasons. One poor bastard thought it would be funny to grab the boys chest once. There wasn't enough left of him to even throw to the fishes, and Krogan's clothes were soaked in so much blood you'd believe they had always been that red. Viggo, ever the voice of reason (about 90% of the time at least), was less violent. But he's still fired men on the spot for making the wrong comment, even jokingly, about Magnus.

The battle, the raid of Grimmel's camp, had been a gory mess. A vague plan of action, but endless violence otherwise. Men had been ripped apart like paper or gutted like fish. Broken bones, charred bodies. Even Hiccup refused to hold back, letting the dragons fight however they thought best. Letting the dragons, for a few moments at least, sink back into their wild nature. Some men had bites taken out of them, courtesy of Krogan and Hookfang. Grimmel himself had barely escaped, and even when he had he'd been one arm and almost an entire camp short. Those that survived the attack would be permanently scarred. Permanently mutilated, and carrying the memory of violence they've probably never even imagined before.

Magnus wasn't in good condition, physically or mentally. He was blind in one eye now, a fact that made both Viggo and Krogan's hearts ache. They both knew what that was like, of course. The scales around his left eye that created a birthmark-like appearance, that marked Magnus as having Lycanwing blood like Krogan did, had also been flayed off. Cut and pulled. Separated from skin and muscle in a manner that was grotesque, yet neat. Showing Grimmel had drawn out the process. Broken bones that had begun healing wrong and needed to be painfully readjusted. Dehydration. The list seemed extensive, yet far too short, considering this was Grimmel who did it.

"Do you need anything else?" The voice is soft and smooth. Very characteristic of Viggo, but lacking the usual edge it carried. There's a pause. A moment of silent consideration, then a shuddering breath.

"Nutmeg. A large dose." The answer is straightforward, like Magnus has been thinking about it for a while now. Which, in retrospect, he probably has. He'd picked up a fair bit of Viggo's planning ahead habit over the years. And, of course, being the resident healer of the hunter's gave him plenty of knowledge.

The younger ones in the room, helping monitor and tend to Magnus's injuries and mental state, don't understand the implications. But Viggo does. It makes him feel nauseous and enraged all at once. It makes him feel guilty as well.

"... Grimmel..?" The question is asked by Krogan this time, in a clipped manner. Like the dark skinned man is just barely holding himself back from screaming and punching a wall in a mix of grief and rage. A simple nod is the answer, and then Krogan is storming out. Ryker follows. Viggo swallows the lump forming in his throat, and nods to Hiccup and Fishlegs. A silent gesture for them to go get what Magnus requested. Dagur and Viggo stick with the boy. Until Krogan's yelling grows audible, at least, and then Viggo leaves to try and help his brother calm the man.

Dagur refuses to leave the boys' side. He sticks by Magnus like a tick to a dog, fingers carding through reddish brown hair. They sit mostly in silence. There isn't much to say. No amount of comforting words or promises seemed to be enough. No vows for revenge felt right. The thought of telling the boy about his time in prison doesn't seem right at the moment either, and Dagur highly doubts Magnus wants to hear how his adoptive father had gone through a similar thing in the first place. It would likely hurt the boy more than anything else.

Krogan and Viggo returned at some point. Ryker left to go make some food and to give the immediate family some time. It's been weeks since they've all been together, after all. So they're given time to just be there for each other. Krogan, the man was surprisingly cuddly when he trusted someone, kept Magnus up against his side in a protective embrace. Dagur crowded the boys' other side, resting his head on Magnus's shoulder. Viggo sits next to Krogan, fingers lightly interlocked with the boys own as a reminder that he's here as well.

And when the bleeding starts, when it's clear Magnus needs his dad's more than anything else right now, they stay. They wouldn't dare leave, no matter how much the evidence of the horror their son experienced hurt. Their pain is miniscule in comparison.

[toothbrushfingers]

Lureabies: Chapter One

Not really sure if this counts as fluff or whump but you

get the jist

Note: I don’t have an account on ao3 (might make one in the future idk) so i have to post the whole thing her

Takes place shortly after httyd 2

Characters: Snotlout Jorgenson, Åse Haddock (oc)

Summary: Snotlout and Åse are chased by dragon trappers into an unfamiliar part of the woods, when suddenly they find they can no longer keep themselves awake. / Mild Spoiler v

Lureaby dragons (original species) lure them in and poison them

Sorry any mistakes, enjoy :)

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They’re surrounded. This was just supposed to be a scouting mission, but they were spotted by trappers. There were maybe 40.. 50 of them, and it was only Åse and Snotlout. The others sat on the other, far side of the island waiting for them to return, and it wasn’t a very small island by any means.

A few moons past, Hiccup had heard word of a large band of dragon trappers left over from Draco’s fleet, camping out on this island; trapping dragons and selling them to various buyers for various reasons at various prices. He’d sent Snotlout and Åse to scout them out to be sure the rumors were true. If they were, they’d deal with them. And as Åse and Snotlout soon found, they were indeed true.

The hunters made chase, but never once fired one of their many cross bows at the two vikings. Only holding them at the ready. But seeing as they were severely outnumbered, the two ran for it. Goldwing and Hookfang had been hovering above the trees a few yards behind them, out of sight prior. The Berkians had originally planned on hopping on their dragons and taking off, but that was now out of the question. The dragons couldn’t get to them through the thick forest canopy and anytime they tried to even get close, the trappers would fire what seemed to be dragon root arrows. Lovely. And if either dragon fired? More arrows. They had to stay out of arrow range, but that also meant out of blasting range.

They were surrounded at every side but front, so run they did. It was almost as if the trappers were herding them somewhere, but they didn’t have time to worry about that now.

Soon they came to a bramble, and assuming the trappers wouldn’t follow them in, they dove in head first, crawling towards safety. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Snotlout would know, he’s fallen into plenty of unforgiving bushes. And they were right, those trappers turned on their heels in defeat and retreated. After a few seconds of dragging themselves along the dirt, they found themselves in a bit of an odd clearing. Large trees stood around them, blocking them in at all sides, only allowing small bits of golden sun reaching in the kiss their leaves. They’d definitely never been here before.

“Can you uh.. see.. a way out?” Åse spoke, winded. She realized they hadn’t spoken that entire time, only using some hand signals to communicate. “Uhhhh,” Snotlout looked around as he hunched over, hands on his knees, lungs begging for more air than they could take in, “yeah- Yeah! Over there..!” He pointed with an exhausted enthusiasm to a small clearing between trees. It was reminiscent of a path, thought the ground not worn.

The two trudge forward at the same pace, calling for their dragons. But neither came. They couldn’t help but worry for them and hope they’d just gone for help. Surely the trappers couldn’t have gotten them.. Right..?

They followed that path for what seemed like years, making note of the glowing sun fading in and out between sweet smelling branches.

The two walked in silence now, hand in hand, equally exhausted, when Åse suddenly stopped, seemingly frozen in place. Snotlout turned see her, confused. “Are you ok?” “Shh shh! Do you hear that?” she held a finger in the air and looked around silently. “Alright, I think you’re a little more tired than you thought cause-“ She cut him off by waving her hands around him and quickly pressing a stiff finger to her lips. Snotlout, concerned and confused, looked around. It had been maybe 10 seconds when he started to try and speak again, quickly cutting himself off as he heard a soft humming sound.

He turned to her, eyes wide and brows knit tightly together. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn’t quite find any sound in his throat. All he could do was follow the noise, intrigued.

“Wha- Lout! Where are.. you.. going..?” Åse found herself becoming just as curious as he was, taking his hand once more and following his lead further on into the trees. The humming continued, growing louder with each step they took.

After a bit of walking, they found themselves in a small field of grass and flowers, surrounded by more trees and every side. The trees were dark and shrouded; usually either of them would be frightened, but oddly enough they each felt strangely calm.

Åse spun on her heels, glancing around. “Whoa,” Snotlout began, “Ah! What the-“ “Hm?” Åse turned to see Snotlout waving lethargic hands around his head. “Bugs?” She asked, having no energy to say much more. “No.. something… something sprayed.. me..” Snotlout’s movements became more and more sloppy as he clumsily made his way to Åse., booted feet not wanting to cooperate.

Noticing, she met him half way, catching him as he fell forward. He mumbled nonsense to himself, eyes dancing around his head like a baby seeing color for the first time. “Lout? Hey! Hey look at me,” She snapped fingers in his face, watching him hardly react, becoming increasingly more worried, “Lout what’s going on? Talk to m-“ Åse was cut off by a strong mist hitting her in the face from seemingly nowhere.

After a moment, Åse was beginning to understand what was happening to Snotlout. She suddenly felt 1000 times more exhausted than she had before, eyes begging to shut. All the colors around her became more vibrant, spinning round and round with her head. She should’ve been scared, but she could only feel joy. Pure euphoria. Her brain was full of thick, unforgiving fog. It blocked out most coherent thoughts until she could no longer hold herself up. She settled in near Snotlout, who at some point had lost his helmet ‘When did that happen?’. Heads together, feet pointing in opposite directions.

Snotlout looked up to her, grinning a giddy-ish grin, before raising an arm lazily to play with her auburn hair. He giggled in a sense, before lazily mumbling loving nonsense. His words were unclear, but Åse knew what he meant. She grinned, raised an arm to cup his face. After a moment, his eyes slid closed, and his arm dropped. Before Åse could even try to be alarmed, her body gave in and she succumbed to the comforting darkness that had been begging her to be let in.

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Hope you enjoyed chapter one, hopefully chapter two’ll be up tomorrow but no promises 😉

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

Sinful- Prolouge

@krattgirl124 first chapter is up:)

Summary: 13 Years ago, Krogan went missing. Now, in the present, He has been found, but there is something severely wrong with him. He is not the man anyone remembers him being, after being captive for those 13 years, in the clutches of a man whom has yet to be named.

The dragon riders are left to pick up the pieces, as well as everything else that is left.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceRape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Other

Fandoms: DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/KroganGobber the Belch/Viggo Grimborn/KroganGobber the Belch/Viggo GrimbornKrogan & Original Characters

Characters: Original Child(ren) of KroganKrogan (How To Train Your Dragon)Viggo GrimbornOriginal Male Character(s)Drago BludvistHiccup Horrendous Haddock IIIAstrid HoffersonGobber the Belch

Additional Tags: Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Drugging,Non-Consensual Drug Use,Animal Death, Animal Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Trauma, Electrocution, Dragon Riders, Found Family, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Whump

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Krogan turned his head up to Drago. His chin jutted from his neck, showing off the smooth expanse of his russet throat. His dark eyes shivered back and forth at the man.

“Sire,” he stated softly. “I will do better, I promise!” He pulled his head back, throat wobbling.

“There-there was two. One an adult, the other an egg and there were-“

“ ENOUGH !” Drago snapped. “Do you have no dignity, Mudskin?” Krogan felt his throat wobble, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Of course, his frame hurt. He had enough bruising on his body to make someone who’d got thrown from a dragon’s back look pathetic.

[wyked-ao3]

can you give us the origin story behind tkopdr? what inspired you to write the story? where did the idea come from? what motivated you to put pen to paper and actually write it?

miss tou wyked <3

Thank you for the ask @thecomfywriter

Origin story- a varying amount of things that interested me including lore/mythology, several weird dreams and pirates all merged together to craft this... storyline

Where did the idea come from-. Not particularly certain I had some OC's in mind for over seven years... finally figured out why they wanted to belong to.....then about 50 more showed up knocking on the door 0_o

What inspired it- probably my internet in pirates of the Caribbean (not even technically a favorite like lol) and pirate queens and leaders that made huge impacts on the pirates throughout history. Grace O'Mally and Anne bonny both have a special place in my heart. So does Stede Bonnet

What motivated me to type it out since I don't hand write anything legitable- well I started in fanfiction and made some friend who have been great support to me and they inadvertently motivated me to actually write out my series versus leaving it in my head and I have made a few friend since then who have continued to motivate me when I was feeling down.

So in book one I'm warning there will be a long as thank you page.... with several pen names on it considered this a warning (this is not the speech getting used but... decided to include one in the warning)

@lillybaaaka- who is the first friend I made on Tumblr and a fellow fanfiction writer (I love your work...) who taught me a lot about writing. 🫂

@adhdprincess a friend who taught me a few things about punctuation and who writes the last of us fanfiction and another friend I made shortly after joining Tumblr and has been a fun person to talk to about wips. 🫂

@evilwriter-originals who is also writing their first novel and fanfiction although the novels a wip if you like whump I would check it out. 🫂 Also they write httyd fanfiction and original stories here

@the-golden-comet who is a dear friend and has been super kind, and supportive and has a pirate story as well, they have been a huge motivation to continue my story 🫂

@gioiaalbanoart who is my shovel buddy and a dear friend, who has enthusiastically asked questions and has got to hear several rants about charaters along with golden lol.. She has a wip I'm super excited(the scarred angel) about and is my beta reader who has been really amazing (thank you so much!!) 🫂

@tragedycoded my dearest eldritch friend who popped out of the murky swamps of Tumblr and made me realize that perhaps people would like Braith after all....(I was half convinced I'd be the only one to like that oc lol) Tragedy also has a wonderful weird western story also you are great to complain to about unruly OC's...or perhaps I just like hearing more about Royston 🤔 🫂 who along with golden and jev convinced me to toss the tree people back into the book (y'all are also getting to hear some biology behind that soon 😈 ok as soon as I figure it out completely.)

@jev-urisk who I may not have know the longest out of the group of friends but I value your input greatly, also you and golden motivated me to make certain scenes longer. Lol 🫂 your wip seven circles is one I'm super excited about.

@thecomfywriter a friend who has definitely shown interest in my story and has earned the title Amon's biggest fan... despite not knowing him 😑 lol. 🫂 Who had also shown support thank you (she is publishing her novel soon)

@thatuselesshuman @gioiaalbanoart @lychhiker-writes @thecomfywriter @evilwriter37

@saebasanart @the-golden-comet @mauannacreates @kind-lion @alinacapellabooks

@kuebiko-writing @kaeru483 @differentnighttale @theink-stainedfolk @unstableunicornsofasgard

@mysticstarlightduck @demon-sneeze @an-indecisive-nerd @smellyrottentrees @honeybewrites

@pheonix358 @the-letterbox-archives

[howtodrawyourdragon]

An Observant Crowd

Summary: Set after THW, the dragons never left. During Hiccstrid's wedding, a guest decides to gossip.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 738

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, httyd ocs (Helga)

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: If you thought my last Pregcup was the last one I wrote, you're wrong, because here's more and I still have more. I'm just saving them all as a nice break for all the whump I normally write. :)

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Hiccup must be pregnant.”

Upon hearing this outrageous claim, Helga, the baker’s youngest daughter, can’t help but stare at her neighbor in utter shock. The woman standing next to her is much older than her and known to be one of the village gossips. She never has much good to say about anyone and she simply thrives ond rama, but this time she might be going just a little too far.

Chief Hiccup? Pregnant? Where did she get that idea from?

Still, Helga tries to look beyond the crowd at the happy couple as they stand all the way in the front on a dais. All smiles from ear to ear, staring at each other like the rest of the world has ceased to exist, dressed in beautiful wedding garments they made and crowns of flowers that they weaved for each other, their dragons at their sides. Helga tries to pay special attention to Hiccup, Gothi’s translated words are going unheard by her, still the village’s resident multitasker even now that more Berkians live every year since the end of the Dragon Scourge six years ago. Helga can’t see what the old gossip is apparently seeing.

“I mean,” despite Helga’s lack of a response, she continues to talk. “They were betrothed for years and now they’ve decided to tie the knot? In the middle of winter?”

Helga shoots her an uncertain look from the corners of her eyes, too timid to reply and tell her she’s wrong. Besides, everybody knows that the chief doesn’t do well in devastating winter and that is only a few weeks away. When else is he going to hold his wedding and marry his love? Other than in the warmer seasons.

“Don’t believe me? Look at his belly!” Although she thinks her neighbor’s claims are wild and outrageous, she still takes a look and squints.

But no, she can’t say he looks particularly pregnant to her as he stands there, trying not to laugh at whatever unspoken inside joke he and his wife-to-be are sharing in the moment.

-XOXOX-

Hours after their wedding, after the feast that happened until well past midnight, in the wee hours of the morning, Hiccup and Astrid lie in bed together. They have not a layer of clothing on their person and even their crowns are somewhere in the room. Their covers are just as much a mess.

Both sweaty, panting and so completely satisfied, Astrid still lies with her head on his chest and his arm around her. Her lips are curled up into a soft smile as she gazes at something that brings her great joy.

“Do you think anyone noticed?” Hiccup breaks the cozy silence to ask his newly wedded and bedded wife when the repetitive movements of her hand brings attention to their current situation.

“Oh you mean this cute thing?” She asks, brushing circles on his bump. He’s about four months pregnant and he started showing a while ago. If they waited any longer, they would’ve wed with his very obvious baby bump on full display.

It’s her baby and he carries them so well. Watching his belly grow has been such a joy. Apparently, he can feel some fluttering already and she wishes she could feel them, too. She can hardly wait for that day to come.

“Astrid.” Hiccup’s tone is one of playful warning.

“No, I don’t think anyone noticed,” Astrid assures him, looking up at him with her chin on his chest, though her hand doesn’t stop its repeated circles on his bump.

Not that it will matter much whether they noticed or not. Any day now his clothing won’t be able to hide his pregnancy anymore and when their day of birth inevitably comes, people will count backwards and figure out his heir was conceived out of wedlock. But by then it’s already too late to complain. Hiccup and Astrid are married and their child will be born inside their marriage and they will not be considered a bastard, their right to his throne will go undisputed.

But that isn’t his concern right now. His biggest concern is whether or not someone noticed today. And maybe they did, maybe they didn’t, but that is for later. Right now, they should savor this step into a new chapter in their lives.

Astrid lays her head back down on her husband’s chest again and looks at his baby bump with a smile.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

For All The Wrong Reasons

Summary: Written for July Break Bingo 2024. Set after Httyd 2. After losing his father in such a brutal manner, Hiccup's mental health is down the drain and everyone sees it but him. Now he has stepped into an entirely new chapter of his life for all the wrong reasons.

Warnings: Mental health issues, pregnancy, major character death mention, childbirth

Rating: Mature

Words: 1 739

Prompt: Separation Anxiety

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Valka, Atali, Httyd ocs (Tiny)

Pairing: Hiccstrid (mentioned)

Author's Notes: Hiccup with a crumbling mental health is my roman empire.

Also, so is Trans!Hiccup.

And my son and Httyd OC, Tiny.

So here on Tumblr I have this post with all the prompts I've finished for JBB and my friends and followers could choose which one I post with only the title and the genre to go on. (only general, whump and smut so far) A friend chose this one and so this one I'm posting.

Kind of funny; this morning I finished a very short Pregcup fic that I was actually planning on posting today because I was not planning on posting this one until later in the month (got a lot of Pregcup going on on my Ao3 account as of late) but then my friend chose this one, the only Pregcup fic on the list.

No idea what to do with the fic I was originally going to post today now.

Anyway, enough rambling, enjoy!

Card is under the Keep reading.

[imaginativemind29new]

Whump Intro

Well, hi, hello,

I've been lurking around the whump tags for a while now, but since I reactivated my writing blog and will post whump content too, I thought it was about time to introduce the whumpy side of me lol

My name is Sandra and that's what you can call me, since I really suck at finding a cool nickname for myself lol, but I also listen to Hey you :) I am using she/her pronouns, and am currently still trying to figure out what my sexuality term is. As a millenial I am quite new to all this, but I think I might be aroace? Idk but I have always been more attracted to fictional characters than actual people. If you have input or advice for me on this, feel free to reach out :)

I am mostly going to post OC whump with the characters from my WIP The Heir's Curse, but also whump with characters from the HTTYD fandom (totally not looking at you Hiccup lol) and HTTYD OC's.

Now on to my whumpy likes and dislikes ;)

Likes:

Fantasy (setting)

Original characters/settings

Kidnapping

Captivity

Bondage (ropes and chains are chef's kiss)

Forced to watch

Choking

Creepy and intimate whumper <3

Knives

Held at gunpoint/knifepoint

Slavery

Collars <333

Dehuminization

Emotional whump/angst

Defiant whumpees

Noncon/dubcon

Conditioning/Pet whump

Recovery arcs

Dislikes:

Excessive gore

bad caretakers

Cannibalism

anything to do with human excrements, like urgh gross

Sickfics

Unhappy ending

Major character death

That's about it, phew this got quite long, but thank you for checking this out :) I am looking forward to see you around if you like and put my OC's through hell.

[eman-cosplay]

HICCUP COPSPLAY

here you can see my full hiccup cosplay from how to train your dragon 2

[beebooca]

say goodbye to your fingers, Rune

He loses them in battle relatively late in his time on Berk while he protects Zephyr, Hiccup makes the prosthetic for him <3

also one of my first times using procreate!

[findroleplay]

🌚Hello! I am a 24 year old female in search of some new rp partners for mpreg plots! (18+ only please. No minors) I usually like longer stories with characters developing/changing/growing etc. I love to make plots with my partner, as well as share fandom memes, videos, and more. I always love getting to talk out of chat as well.

NSFW very very welcome but not entirely necessary

My preferred genres and ‘tags’ are, hurt comfort, whump, and always angst.

My triggers/ no-no’s are BDSM, incest, rape/non-con, self harm, harm toward children, infantilism, feet, or pedophilia. (this being said I do not mind rp’ing teenagers if the SO is also a teen)

I do prefer to be the carrier in mpreg storylines but if you would like to do multiple I am perfectly comfortable being the one not pregnant.

My fandoms

Voltron I rp: Keith~ ships: Keith/Lance

Rise of the Guardians/ HTTYD~ I rp: Jack Frost~ Ships: Jack Frost/ Hiccup, Jack/Bunny

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus~ I rp: Leo Valdez~ Ships: Leo/Nico, Leo/Percy, Leo/Jason, Leo/Frank

Miraculous Ladybug~ I rp: Adrien~ Ships: Adrien/Luca, Adrien/Marinette

Marvel (Comics & MCU)~ I rp: Loki mostly~ Ships: er... all but siblings.

Avatar the last Airbender~I rp: Zuko~ Ships: Zuko/Sokka, Zuko/Jet

Blue Exorcist~ I rp: Rin~ Ships: Rin/ Shima, Rin/Sugaro

TMNT~ I rp: Raphael~ Ships: Raph/Casey

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss~ I rp: Angel Dust~ Ships: Angel/Alastor, Angel/Husk, Angel/Lucifer

Harry Potter~ I rp: Draco, Regulus~ Ships: Draco/Harry, Draco/Fred, Regulus/James

Arcane~ I rp: Viktor~ Ships: Viktor/Jayce

The Legend of Vox Machina~ I rp: Percy (Percival de Rolo)~ Ships: Percy/Vax, Percy/Vex

Encanto~ I rp: Camilo~ Ships: Anybody but family

Red White and Royal Blue~ I rp, Alex or Henry~ Ships: Alex/Henry

Carry On Series~ I rp: Baz~ Ships: Baz/Simon

The Magnus Archives~ I rp: Martin or Jon~ Ships: Martin/Jon

I am also willing to ship with any OC’s (other than the last three)

If none of the fandoms appeal I am also willing to make our own stories with OC’s. I love fantasy, modern fantasy, Sci-Fi, supernatural worlds or elements and some historical, though I will admit I’m not the best at those. I don’t much care for non fiction or modern. College AU’s are 50/50.

Time. I try to reply daily but I do work a few jobs and I will of course extend this courtesy to you.

I think that’s everything I can think of. I’m excited to begin. Please leave a like on the post and I’ll get to you asap! 🌚

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[useless-moss]

Based on a conversation @reallyprofoundkryptonite and I had about some whump for my au/story

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TW: Implied/Referenced Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Mutilation, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Homophobic Language/Slurs, Racist Language/Slurs

Character(s): Original Trans Male Character (Magnus), Grimmel

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Pain.

Pain was pulling a muscle, scraping a knee, or even being scratched by a Terrible Terror. Pain was comprehensible and could be handled with relative ease. Pain was familiar. Magnus knew pain. He'd felt it himself. Had helped others, human and dragon, through the pain of deep cuts or bruised ribs.

This, however, was agony. The blade sliding beneath his skin. Cutting into the sensitive flesh around his left eye. Skinning him of the soft, dark scales that made up the birthmark he'd grown so proud of after seeing similar clumps on his adopted fathers arms and back. Agony was blinding and left the victim panicking. Hyperventilating. Agony was what pain wished to be.

Because pain was now the fingers tangled in rust colored hair so tightly they may as well have been tearing the locks from the boy's scalp. Pain was every tug and rip from the top of his head as Magnus thrashed, frantically trying to dislodge the hand or the blade itself. Pain was the feeling of Grimmel's men holding his arms and legs down. Pinning him to the table he was laid upon so harshly his fingertips were beginning to tingle from the force used. Pain was the strain his lungs were put under as he gasped for breath between wails and screams that echoed through the camp.

With pain and agony came rage, and rage burned like the blast of a Deadly Nadder. Rage fueled defiance, and defiance spurred tired muscles to keep fighting. Kept a strained, cracking voice yelling swears that would have even the most foul mouthed sailor taken aback. Rage and defiance kept back fear. Kept the vulnerable emotion hidden from prying eyes that wanted nothing more than to see even the slightest glimmer of weakness.

Blood continued to pool beneath his head, the steady stream leaving a crimson trail and clumping hair. Magnus thrashed even harder and the blade slipped from his skin, nicking his cheek and leaving a fresh line that connected a few of his freckles to each other. Grimmel snarled and tightened his hold on the boy's hair. Ripped out a few fresh strands as he forced Magnus's head back into the desired position. As oak colored eyes glared up at him, full of a fire that Grimmel fully intended to extinguish before the riders and the boy's fathers came to his rescue.

The blade had barely even brushed those scales again when Magnus jerked his head to his left before throwing it back with a cry. Fresh blood and tears leaked from the corner of his right eye now. An eye that refused to fully open for more than a second. An eye that now had a blinding gash across it. Grimmel chuckled darkly and pressed down, pinning the boy's head against the table once again.

"All that fight and you've only managed to half blind yourself? How pitiful. Though I suppose you now have something in common with that ugly, mudskinned savage you call a father. And when I'm done with this,"

He pressed the knife back into the fresh, still bleeding cut. Slid the blade between scale and muscle, slowly inching it closer to the boy's left eye.

"you'll share a scar with that fag of a chief you care so much for. Hm, a burn would fit better though, wouldn't it? Perhaps we should do that later?"

"Fuck you!"

Grimmel tsked and shook his head slightly before, suddenly, setting the knife down on the table. Confusion turned to blinding, white hot pain as Grimmel then gripped the flap he'd cut loose and slowly pulled. He was careful, if one could call it that, as he peeled off a chunk of scales. He was careful because he wanted to keep it in one piece, if possible. He wanted it intact so he could brag about overpowering a boy with just enough lycanwing in his blood to posses scales in the first place. And, of course, he wanted the brat to suffer.

Magnus thought he knew agony before. Thought the agony of being skinned was as bad as it would get.

He was wrong.

That agony paled in comparison to what he was feeling now. Was something he'd likely forget about as the sound of skin being pulled apart echoed in his ears. He tried to breathe through the sharp burn that accompanied each pull and left white dancing across his vision. His chest ached with the effort, with the hitching sobs and choked wails that kept forcing much needed air from his lungs. He was vaguely aware of the distinct absence of pain in his scalp. Vaguely realized he'd stopped struggling, and was instead trembling like a newborn lamb.

Truthfully, he doubted he had the energy to struggle anymore. The men holding him down could tell as much. They relaxed their collective grip and Magnus could feel his fingertips again. Could feel the blood gratefully rushing towards his racing heart. The man to his right, who he could no longer see in his peripherals, was running his thumb along Magnus's wrist in a soothing manner.

Trying to comfort. Trying to ground. Trying to assure the young teen that it would be over soon. All the while Magnus could only shake and wheeze. Could only clench his jaw and bite his tongue as the knife returned and continued cutting. Could only stare distantly through the smiling face towering above him.

Could only pray for unconsciousness to grant him the mercy Grimmel wouldn't.

[the-introverted-writer-for-life]

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Orphaned

A httyd oc one-shot

[Mention of Major Character Death(s), Ocs, Angst, Whump(?)]

Characters: Tove Jorenson (oc), Scuffnut Ingerman (oc), Åse Jorgenson (mentioned/oc), Snotlout Jorgenson (mentioned), Hiccup Haddock (mentioned), Hookfang, Unnamed Deadly Nadder

Summary: Tove opens up to Scuffnut after the death of her mother.

Sorry for any mistakes, this is kinda my first official fic

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Tove sat with her legs crossed over a cliff, fiddling with the grass beneath her. The wind whipped through her hair, tossing it carelessly into her face. But she didn’t care, she simply sat on the edge of that cliff, staring into the ocean so far below her.

Hookfang sat curled around her protectively, rumbling soothingly. He wanted to help her stay grounded, and to make sure she didn’t do anything rash. The sea stack they sat atop wasn’t very large, but it was big enough for them. That’s all that mattered.

The familiar flapping of wings and chirps of a nadder soon came from behind. Tove did not acknowledge them, simply stared with glassy eyes into the depths below.

The thump of a dragon landing rang gently through her ears, as uncharacteristicly gentle footsteps came to join her in her spot.

“You’ve been here for hours” The voice was that of Scuffnut, Tove’s best friend since they were both too small to even remember. Neither looked at the other, simply taking in their surroundings instead.

“She loved this spot,” Tove began after a moment or two of silence, “did you know that? This is where she’d sit. To get away from it all. And I never wanted to sit with her. I was so stupid for that. Stupid an.. and selfish.” Scuff turned to look at Tove, noticing that she was now looking to her thighs, soft tears dripping off her reddish nose.

But she said nothing, simply rubbed calming circles onto the brunette’s back.

“I shouldn’t have gone. If- If i woulda’ just.. stayed here. She- She’d still be here. Gods, this is all my fault” It was becoming clear in her voice that she was boarding a full on sob. She tried to stay calm, keep her head cool. And she had, until now. “I.. guess it just hadn’t really set in until now,” Tove tipped her head back and let out a humorless chuckle before sighing softly, “man, orphaned before I ever even knew what hit me.”

She turned somewhat quickly to Scuffnut, face red and chin quivering with a pathetic half smile. Scuff looked at her sympatheticly, before grabbing her shoulders and bringing her into a tight hug. The hug lasted a while, as Tove held onto her for dear life, sobbing harshly. Hookfang rumbled, pressing his snout against her back.

After a while the two parted, once again sitting in silence, looking to the water.

“Ya know… He said he’d be back..” “Wha- … Who..?” Scuff asked, confused. “My- My dad. Before they left for that.. ‘meeting’. I remember I didn’t want him to leave. I… I could just feel something was gonna happen,” she took a deep breath before continuing, as if bracing herself. “he told me, ‘I’ll be back in no time.’.. but- but he never came back.”

Scuff didn’t know what to say, she’d never really seen Tove this vulnerable, not like this. And so there they sat, in comfortable silence, watching the waves calmly play beneath them.

After a while, the sun began to tuck itself in for the night, and Tove’s angry stomach rumbled viscously, demanding for something to eat. “I think we should head back,” Scuff started, “You’ve been here all day and I’m sure Hiccup has the whole village looking for you by now.” Tove let out a dry chuckle at that. She stood slowly, as if it were her first time on legs. “Thank you… For being here.” Tove spoke quietly. Scuff didn’t respond, only pulling her into another tight hug.

The two climbed onto their dragons and headed back to Berk. Tove would be ok, at least Scuff knew that.