Not feeling inspired so I doodled hiccstrid
Imagine that at the end of Dumbledore’s speech at the beginning of the year, he asks if there are any questions, and one first year muggleborn kid raises his hand, whips out a smart phone and asks for the wifi password.
And then Dumbledore just casually says “Sherbet lemon, with a capital S”, and commences the feast like it’s no big deal while the non-muggleborns think WIFI is some sort of secret society.
“Hey dad, I was looking for you! I have to – uh, dad?” Hiccup stopped dead in his tracks. The piercing gaze of his father brushed him up and down – suddenly…
One of the happy consequences of living on your own since 16 is not having these awkward situations. Do I love them? Yes I do.
Series [2/7] - Tsubasa Reservoir ChroniclePrecious, precious memories belonging to all different kinds of people! The memories inside here will lead you back to all the different people who remember you. …Everyone is waiting to meet you again!
A ghost controls every aspect of their lair. Many are not aware of this ability and only control it at a subconscious level. But aware or not, a ghost is master within its space.
Phanniemay day 1:space
I went with the less common theme then outer space. Instead I went with Dannys “space”, the area that is his.
I somehow managed to end up in a dance battle yesterday. And I may or may not have won. Anyway, it was the most random and awesome experience in my clubbing life :D
Dragonfire – Part 1
Or: How to train your prince Zuko - the Httyd/A:tla crossover
The fire nation had been hunting dragons for a long time, enslaving them or just outright killing him. His father had tracked down and killed four dragons before he became fire lord, and even his soft spoken Uncle had tracked one and killed one back in the day. One could say that killing a dragon was everything around here.
And now, Azula had shot one out of the sky. The palace was in uproar, and if 12-year-old Zuko hadn’t been enough of a disappointment as the heir to the throne, then this was the last nail in the coffin. His 11 year old sister, the favorite, the prodigy, had seen a dragon fly over during practice and shot her lightning it. She succeeded in downing her first dragon long before anyone else ever had, and the sheer glee in his father’s eyes was almost physically painful to bear for Zuko. He figured the only reason she hadn’t been named heir yet, was because the poor dragon had fallen into the sea long and disappeared into the waves. Half of the palace guards had been deployed, searching the waters for the downed dragon.
It hadn’t been Zuko’s intention to find the dragon. He’d been walking the shores, cursing the spirits, wishing for his mom, when a small red something sticking out of the waves caught his eyes. At this point, Zuko thought himself to be so forsaken by the spirits. So imagine his surprise when the red, snake like thing came closer, slowly but surely washing up on this very shore. Without thinking, he ran into the water and pulled the tail of the beast up closer to the shore, until the tidings did the rest.
The creature was smaller and thinner than Zuko had imagined after all his father’s tales. It sure wasn’t as ferocious as the stories had said. It was hardly breathing at this point. It would be so easy to kill it, even with his mediocre fire bending. But Zuko decided against it. Who would believe that the prince had killed the dragon, when half the court had seen the more superior princess shot him out of the sky? No, all the glory would go to his sister. He wouldn’t kill a living, breathing being just to make his father more likely to shove him aside.
Maybe it was just to spite Azula, maybe it was the soft crooning that escaped the dragon’s mouth every now and then. Either way, Zuko couldn’t kill this dragon. Instead, he took the leftovers of his lunch out of his bag, and somehow managed to goad the red monster into the nearest cave. As soon as it was out of reach of the tides, the dragon who had barely managed to drag it’s body fell to the ground in exhaustion, revealing a lightning wound on the side on his lower left side.
It was horrifying, and for once Zuko wished to be a waterbender, despite the shame, just to heal this creature. It’s small shrieks of pain were horrifying, and he could see fear in the dragon’s eyes. Fear of death. It was disarming, to see an almighty dragon, untouched by the spirits above, almost human.
He’d first wanted to leave it behind. The guards would find it or the dragon would die of the wounds. But in the following days, Zuko’s mind was set on the dragon. The way it had looked at him, the way it had sounded, that enormous tale, and the fact that for once he knew something nobody else knew. He lasted less than 48 hours until he announced he was going to take a fishing trip to clear his head to anyone who asked where he was going. Other than the cook and his chambermaid, nobody seemed to be interested with the current search for the dragon going on. And for once, that was fine. With practiced skill he slipped out of the palace, down to the shore, without being noticed by a single soul. There, in the very cave where he had left it, he found the dragon.
It was still as enormous as the last time the teen had seen the creature, but somehow the red of its scales seemed a lot less vibrant. It was probably hungry, and Zuko set out to catch some fish and gather some fresh water. When he returned, the dragon’s eyes lightened up at the sight of the food.
“Uh.. You want this?” He asked when he waved the three fish and the dragon’s eyes followed them. “I’ll take that as a yes.” And he threw the fish at the hungry dragon, who ate them slowly but gratefully. With the dragon’s attention averted, Zuko dared to come closer and take a look at the wound. The skin around the wound was black, some of the scales of blasted of entirely at the spot where Azula’s lightning had hit. When he looked up, he found the dragon staring at him with a curious, calculating look in his eyes.
“Hey, I just brought you food and I didn’t rat you out!” Zuko shouted in vain, feeling more than a bit annoyed. “Be a bit more grateful!”
The dragon, in response, moved closer, and Zuko realized that upsetting a dragon really wasn’t a smart thing to do. Frozen in fear, he didn’t move aside when the dragon’s face came closer and closer… Until a nose was softly touching his shoulder. Zuko blinked. And blinked again. The feeling of such an enormous creature doing such a gentle gesture was surreal, to say the least. “uhm… You’re welcome?” Zuko said awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. Should he pet the dragon like a turtle duck? Should he just get the hell out of here before he got burned to crisp?
In the end, the dragon made the decision to break the contact, and laid down instead. He looked exhausted, yet slightly better than he had before he’d been fed. Zuko left right then, on one hand because he knew he had to be back in order to not be suspicious, but on the other because he really didn’t know how to handle the dragon.
End of part one
I decided to split it into parts because it was becoming too big. Author’s note is in the final part.
been sick all week, haven’t drawn anything, so have some old-ish httyd fanspaz art.