A refuge for my thoughts and emotions.
80 posts
Voiceofdragons - The Citadel - Tumblr Blog
this one was intriguing, and hilarious at times
Fueled by revenge - a HTTYD fanfic
Read it on Ao3
A work in the Cannibal AU.
Summary:
An explanaition on how the chapter ‘Fueled by revenge’ came to be.
[One-shot]
After they had taken care of the tribe who were responsible for Toothless’ injury, Hiccup had used the forge on that cursed island to build the Nigh Fury a temporary fin. It had disturbed Hiccup that he felt nothing when he stepped over the dead bodies of the cursed tribe, but they were responsible for their own situation.
Keep reading
an interesting oneshot
Mental breakdown and revenge - a HTTYD fanfic
Read it on Ao3
A work in the Cannibal AU.
Summary:
What really happened in the chapter ‘Mental breakdown and revenge’.
[One-shot]
It didn’t matter which time of year it was, Hiccup could disappear without any problem. Nobody missed him and he could finally appreciate being invisible in his own home. Being invisible meant having the opportunity to disappear from the village without having to answer questions when he came back.
Keep reading
oooooof, this one was fun, and mildly traumatic
Accidental human consumption - a HTTYD fanfic
Read it on Ao3
A work in the Cannibal AU.
Summary:
The real story behind the chapter ‘Accidental human consumption’.
[One-shot]
Hiccup didn’t think he was stupid. He really didn’t. Did he do stupid things sometimes? Yes, yes he did. Were any of his mistakes as bad as this one? Maybe.
Keep reading
this one was hilarious and dark!
Watchtower of Horrors (Stories that Hiccup Laughs At) - a HTTYD fanfiction
Read it on Ao3
A Cannibal Hiccup AU, it’s never actually addressed though.
Summary:
Scaring Hiccup with scary stories is their plan. Hiccup laughing at the stories? Weirder things could happen.
[Complete]
Making it work - a HTTYD fanfic
Read it on Ao3
A Fem!Hiccup AU.
Summary:
Hiccup had made up her mind. Dragon killing was not for her, no matter how much her father protested, she was done with it. She was done trying to fit in. She was going to be who she wanted to be, it’s not like anyone cared.
[Ongoing]
I read this, and loved it! wipodu is a top notch author!
Finding peace - a HTTYD fanfiction
Read the first chapter on Ao3
A Hiccup runs away AU, follows the second movie closely at the end.
Summary:
Any fight he had in him drained. He looked into her eyes again, finding only understanding there, she put an arm around him, giving him a side hug.
“I understand,” she said, her voice soft, “but Hiccup, you can’t keep avoiding that place, for your own sake, we have done this many times, spying on Berk is nothing new.“
[Complete]
@gentrychild is this how you write your fics?
focus on the message, not the delivery.
share with everyone, i mean everyone!!!
share with everyone, i mean everyone!!!
and go to hell
boys 👏 can 👏 be 👏 asexual👏
rb if you agree
This is an important piece of writing to me, but what matters is honesty. Please share this, and post your thoughts in the coments. Thank you!
He couldn’t remember much from the egg. He knew it was dark, and warm, and cramped. He barely remembered the first day out of the egg, because there was truly too much to remember. What he did remember was leaving the egg. The first color was a deep, vast blue, as his head poked out of the shell. A blue tinged with whites, and greys. Those were the next two colors he noticed.
The air brushed against his scales, so startlingly cold compared to the warmth of the egg, that he retreated into the shell. That was a mistake, as in his hast, the short horns on his head caught onto the shell, chipping away at the opening, and sending a wide crack down the side of the shell. As he adjusted his body to reaccommodate his head, the crack widened, until his sanctuary split in two, and he lay helpless in the smaller portion of the shell.
He shivered in the wind, as the cold seeped past his scales, into his body as he curled into a ball, a sharp keening whine escaped his mouth. His trembling rocked the shell, and against the stone ground, the noise echoed in the space around him. And these noises reached ears far larger than his own.
After a few more moments of shivering, he felt something new. The wind around him changed, moving steadily from the same direction for a few moments, before stopping all together. Without the wind, his shivering body slowly stopped its trembling, and his cries quieted down, and just as he felt he could unfurl from his ball, the winds changed again. Steady in pattern and strength but broken by intermittent halting. This wind was warm.
He did not think of danger, for he had no concept of it. He only a few things so far. He knew he missed the warm shell. He knew that he didn’t like the cold wind, that made his body tremble, and his scales numb. He knew that the world was startlingly beautiful. And he knew that he liked this warm wind.
As the warm wind touched his body, and the cold left his limbs, he stretched out slowly, bending his hind limbs, then his forelimbs, arching his spine, and stretching the limbs on his back. As he opened his eyes, he prepared for the colors he saw before, those greys and whites scattered across a beautiful, deep blue.
Instead of those colors his eyes saw greens, a wall of greens, varying from light moss, to dark fern, with irregular smatterings of bright crimson all around him. The wall was bunched around him, with several folds, and light passing through the wall above him. The greens were brighter there, and seemed to shift, growing closer, or further in time with the warm winds. Further down the wall, in a place where the folds shaped the wall into something not a wall. This not a wall thing had short horns of green and red at the bottom, and long greyish green horns at the top. That same color spread from the horns to the back of the thing, and out past the folds.
There were several wrinkles, and as he left the shattered shell, he was able to see how long this strange thing was, and he turned and found one long wrinkle stretching from one side to the other. There were two smaller wrinkles under the longer horns. and between the wrinkles, at the tip of the thing, were two holes. While small, they grew and shrank in time with the walls. In time with the warm air.
As he got closer, the warm wind grew stronger, and the air began to hurt his eyes, and he closed them on reflex. Well almost closed them. Instead, his eyes were closed but he could still see. But something was different. The colors from before became tinted. The grey stone he stood on, the shell, the greenish walls all became just a little bluer.
The transition was startling to say the least, and with this fear came the dark. His eyes were closed for real, like when the cold winds made him hiver, and his bones and scales numb. He opened his eyes, and the blue was gone. He turned toward the holes in the part of the wall, the warm wind became stronger, and the blue returned.
He closed his eyes again. He opened them again. He turned to the holes. The blue came back. The cycle began anew.
Growing annoyed with the wind for making the blue return and forgetting that the warm wind was better than the cold wind, he snarled, looked through the blue, reached out with his forelimb, and plugged up the nearest hole.
The wind stopped for a moment, then came out stronger as the wrinkles in the not wall twitched. He blinked at the shifting wrinkles and even without the blue, they continued to shift. And then the wrinkles slowly drifted open.
A series of greens and greys met his own, with a slightly slitted appearance. There were a few, tiny flecks of gold and silver in the iris. As he continued to stare into those eyes, a thin green film covered the eye, before retreating. Then the not wall slowly rose, till it was just above where his head was, and his forelimb fell away.
Trembling despite the warmth, he staggered backwards, tripping lightly over the remnants of his shell. Slowly the walls fell away, and the beautiful blue from before, now empty of white, and pale orange to one half of it. They stood at the edge of a cave, in a cliffside, surrounded by an endless forest.
The walls of the cave were a solid black, and the cold winds from before brought the smell of ashes and long cold cooked flesh. Around the entrance to the cave were the charred corpses f strange creatures, some with shiny thing on or around them, some completely blackened, or even in pieces. Those ones had a red, similar to the small patches n the one before him, smeared on the grey rock around them. Near the bodies were the shells.
Broken and crushed things, of many colors, some green, some red, some even white and black. There was even a blue one. He didn’t know what that meant, but he saw the large one look with him to those shells, and he sensed a sadness, and a fury at the corpses. The large one looked at him, and then all he felt was love, and protection.
Looking up at this face before him, he discovered two things
One, this was the face of his mother.
And two, he was a Dragon.
Sutematsu Oyama (1860-1919): Japan’s First College-Educated Woman
Full entry (with footnotes) here. Patreon here. Art notes behind the cut.
Keep reading
Anato Finnstark - http://host-grin.tumblr.com - https://www.facebook.com/finnstarkillustration/?ref=hl - https://www.artstation.com/anto-finnstark - https://www.patreon.com/anatofinnstark - http://anato-finnstark.cgsociety.org - https://www.instagram.com/anatofinnstark - https://plus.google.com/106985418551256748997 - https://society6.com/anatofinnstark
A Famous Salad and the Days of Christmas..... FIGURE IT OUT FOR A SURPRISE!!!!!
Itam, at, at Itam, at, at Itam, at, at Itam
U'y imwuzs gb fa met mzp pgef U iubq yk ndai mzp U eiqmf yk dgef U'y ndqmftuzs uz ftq otqyuomxe
U'y ndqmwuzs uz, etmbuzs gb, ftqz otqowuzs agf az ftq bdueaz nge Ftue ue uf, ftq mbaomxkbeq Itam at
U'y imwuzs gb, U rqqx uf uz yk nazqe Qzagst fa ymwq yk ekefqy nxai Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq
U dmueq yk rxms mzp pkq yk oxaftqe Uf'e m dqhaxgfuaz, U egbbaeq Iq'dq bmuzfqp dqp fa ruf dustf uz Itam at
U'y ndqmwuzs uz, etmbuzs gb, ftqz otqowuzs agf az ftq bdueaz nge Ftue ue uf, ftq mbaomxkbeq Itam at
U'y imwuzs gb, U rqqx uf uz yk nazqe Qzagst fa ymwq yk ekefqy nxai Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq
Mxx ekefqye sa, ftq egz tmez'f puqp Pqqb uz yk nazqe, efdmustf rday uzeupq
U'y imwuzs gb, U rqqx uf uz yk nazqe Qzagst fa ymwq yk ekefqy nxai Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Iqxoayq fa ftq zqi msq, fa ftq zqi msq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq Itam, at, at, at, at, itam, at, at, at, U'y dmpuamofuhq, dmpuamofuhq
this is why i get up in the morning. the desperate hope that i see something like this.
The Addams Family (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity
Dragon Tamer - Book 1 - Chapter 1! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/589351-dragon-tamer-book-1-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JosephKindopp1&wp_originator=8iLGrIZJkpsB6ulv441WPropKNwSWhQChG89i25W8VDVf%2FSnaXOH14UpAk3mWav0qFirNV1dOe5KhUFZAAdZeM16CKkKlRKGtj5fXM8G0%2BVzlC9iQDuw6GFJ7sbmMhyd Marcie is an oddity in her village, the daughter of a widower with both village and outsider blood in her veins. She cares for her drunken father, and struggles to fit in with the rest of the village. Everything changes when she comes across two dragons, a mother and her new born, and unwittingly becomes the Tamer of the baby dragon when his mother dies. This new unlikely bond completely changes her life and opens doors to her future that she would have never thought possible whilst also causing her pain and heartache. (I know wattpad is knd of dying off, but this is worth it!!!!!) please share around,
the answer is the lyrics to the song, but with the Atbash cipher. to those that solved it, YAY!!!! to those that didn’t I will soon come up with something new!!
I send a message to those lucky few who translate and recognize it. tomorrow i’ll post the answer!!!!!
anyone who figures this out in the comments will receive a prize!!! please share!
Hlnvgrnvh dsvm R Dzmmz ifm zdzb zmw srwv Dsvm gsviv'h ml lmv lm nb hrwv Zmw zoo nb kirwv szw wrhzkkvzivw R gzpv rg luu nb nrmw Zmw ovzev rg zoo yvsrmw Mlgsrm’ ovug gl wl yfg Gib gl gzpv gsv ovzk zmw uloold gsilfts Zmw gszg'h vczxgob dszg R'oo wl R pmld gl blf R wlm'g hvvn evib hgilmt Yfg R zhhfiv blf yvuliv blf xzm urmw nv R'n tlmv Hl xlnv lm zmw xzgxs nv blf'ev hgroo tlg z xszmxv… Yfg mlg uli olmt R'oo yv iloorm’ kozxv gl kozxv Dlm'g hglk groo R drm gsv izxv Zogslfts R nzb szev xilhhvw gsv ormv Ml grnv gl dzhgv lm blf R wlm'g kozm lm holdrmt Wldm - Ml R'oo pvvk lm tlrmt Vevm ru blf gsrmp R'n rm gsv dilmt Qfhg pmld gszg Zogslfts R nzb mlg gsrmp vevibgsrmt gsilfts R wlm'g gzpv yzxp dszg R hzb li ivtivg dszg R wl R pmld gszg hlnv hgzb rm ormv zmw gsvb hgrxp gl gsv kozm Yfg ru blf ovzev rg gl nv R'oo wl dszgvevi R xzm ‘xzfhv R pmld gszg'h dszg R'n sviv uli R wlm'g dzmmz dzrg zilfmw zmbnliv Vevm ru blf xzm'g hvv Gsv tllw rmhrwv nv R wlm'g szev gsv grnv gl gvoo blf Dsb R wl gsv gsrmth gszg R wl Qfhg kovzhv slow lm zmw hllm blf'oo hvv Gszg R'n mlg gsv eroozrm R zkkvzi gl yv Nlerm’ zolmt, ml R dlm'g hvggov wldm Fmgro R'n olxpvw yvsrmw yzih li R'n prxpvw lfggz gldm Hl blf xzm pvvk lm z ifmmrm’ zilfmw zmw zilfmw Yfg blf droo mvevi jfrgv xzgxs fk gl nv! Zmw R pmld blf Gsrmp R'n xizab Yfg R slkv gszg nzbyv Mld blf'oo hvv dsb R szw gl gib!
anyone who figures this out in the comments will receive a prize!!! please share!
Hlnvgrnvh dsvm R Dzmmz ifm zdzb zmw srwv Dsvm gsviv'h ml lmv lm nb hrwv Zmw zoo nb kirwv szw wrhzkkvzivw R gzpv rg luu nb nrmw Zmw ovzev rg zoo yvsrmw Mlgsrm' ovug gl wl yfg Gib gl gzpv gsv ovzk zmw uloold gsilfts Zmw gszg'h vczxgob dszg R'oo wl R pmld gl blf R wlm'g hvvn evib hgilmt Yfg R zhhfiv blf yvuliv blf xzm urmw nv R'n tlmv Hl xlnv lm zmw xzgxs nv blf'ev hgroo tlg z xszmxv... Yfg mlg uli olmt R'oo yv iloorm' kozxv gl kozxv Dlm'g hglk groo R drm gsv izxv Zogslfts R nzb szev xilhhvw gsv ormv Ml grnv gl dzhgv lm blf R wlm'g kozm lm holdrmt Wldm - Ml R'oo pvvk lm tlrmt Vevm ru blf gsrmp R'n rm gsv dilmt Qfhg pmld gszg Zogslfts R nzb mlg gsrmp vevibgsrmt gsilfts R wlm'g gzpv yzxp dszg R hzb li ivtivg dszg R wl R pmld gszg hlnv hgzb rm ormv zmw gsvb hgrxp gl gsv kozm Yfg ru blf ovzev rg gl nv R'oo wl dszgvevi R xzm 'xzfhv R pmld gszg'h dszg R'n sviv uli R wlm'g dzmmz dzrg zilfmw zmbnliv Vevm ru blf xzm'g hvv Gsv tllw rmhrwv nv R wlm'g szev gsv grnv gl gvoo blf Dsb R wl gsv gsrmth gszg R wl Qfhg kovzhv slow lm zmw hllm blf'oo hvv Gszg R'n mlg gsv eroozrm R zkkvzi gl yv Nlerm' zolmt, ml R dlm'g hvggov wldm Fmgro R'n olxpvw yvsrmw yzih li R'n prxpvw lfggz gldm Hl blf xzm pvvk lm z ifmmrm' zilfmw zmw zilfmw Yfg blf droo mvevi jfrgv xzgxs fk gl nv! Zmw R pmld blf Gsrmp R'n xizab Yfg R slkv gszg nzbyv Mld blf'oo hvv dsb R szw gl gib!
This is one of my favorite redeeming qualities of organized religion, we get beatiful music and beautiful places to sing them in.
For the love of God, Unmute
u better be out here respecting trans people or your pronouns are gonna be was/were