Im Giving Viggo A Child Again

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A few years ago i lost my childhood stuffed animal and I still havent found him and he probably feels abandoned and i miss him alot ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

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New fanfic!!!

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 1 - Can’t sleep

In the apocalypse, most of the littles have died, but you've managed to survive by repressing your littlespace and convincing your group that you were a neutral. Although, there were times you could hardly keep your headspace at bay. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain rough-voiced caregiver?

Sophia had been missing for three days, and the tension on the farmstead had become palpable. Arguments had broken out, petty fights motivated by the heat, the fear, and the uncertainty of the apocalyptic summer. You could hardly stand all the yelling and the endless feeling that something was wrong. All of it just made you desperately wish you could cuddle up to one of the resident caregivers, let your headspace take over, and be lulled away from all of it.

But in this new world, you had to adapt to survive and being little was not an option, no matter how much your body craved it. You knew you had to regress at some point, you were just hoping you could fight it off until you found a surpressant or something to keep your regression in check.

inhale, exhale you reminded yourself. It would all be okay once this problem was solved. Your newfound family had a safe place to stay with the Greenes, and you were slowly making friends with the more difficult group members. Namely, Daryl.

You knew there was a sweet guy under all that gruffness and redneckism, and you watched him protect Carol and tirelessly search for that little girl, and you hoped he would warm up to you. Whenever you were around him, you little side betrayed you as your headspace crept up on you. You knew Daryl was a caregiver, but if anyone found out your status, especially him, you didn't think you'd ever live down the embarassment. You were the only little since Amy had died, and you were determined to not let it become a burden. So, as far as anyone knew, you were neutral.

Night fell on yet another unsucessful hunt for Sophia, and as everyone crawled to their sleeping places in Hershel's living room, Daryl was unnacounted for. This worried you, and you had an incredible urge to make sure he was okay, to ensure his safety (and yours) by having him crawl into your sleeping bag beside you and falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Okay, maybe that last part was more controlled by your littlespace than you'd like to admit. Still, his absence worried you.

"Where's Daryl?" You asked to no one in particular.

"Don't worry too much about him," Rick muttered softly. "He can take care of himself in the woods at night."

You were unsatisfied with his answer, but there was nothing you could do to change it. So, you laid down in an attempt to fall asleep and forget about it.

Your efforts were unsucessful, however, and you ended up tossing and turning for hours on the hardwood floor. Moonlight moved through the small household, and as the night wore on Daryl was still nowhere to be found.

Finally you gave up, choosing instead to sit by the doorway and wait for him. You could feel yourself slipping, and for once you were too tired to fight it. The combination of exhaustion and anxiety took out all your will to fight. Your thumb found its way into your mouth as you waited, anxiously gnawing at your nail.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Daryl made his way into the living room, crossbow strung over his back and a defeated look on his face. When he saw you staring at him from the floor, he stopped in his tracks.

"Waddya doin down there?" He asked softly. "Doncha' got a sleepin' bag or somethin'?"

You quickly yanked your thumb out of your mouth and stood up slowly, joints protesting the movement after hours of sitting on the floor.

"Couldn't sleep," you whispered, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Ya don't gotta wait for me or nothin," He crossed his arms and looked at you quizzically. When you didn't respond, he sighed and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "'Salright man, I'm here now."

You both walked back to your sleeping spots, Daryl keeping an eye on you until he was sure you were asleep. Something about that interaction felt odd to him; soft. He vowed to himself to keep an eye on you, just in case.

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Because of the upcoming live action movie, I’m trying to make designs for all of the HTTYD dragons (from the first movie)

Here’s Monstrous Nightmare, Zippleback, and Gronckle!

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Fury Species

Decided to come up with some new Fury species by adjusting the canon Fury designs to be adapted to the following biomes: tundra, ocean, and caves.

Species One

Name: White Fury (aka Glacier Fury)

Inspired By: arctic hares, arctic foxes and polar bear cubs

Habitat: tundra and ice sheets

Breath Weapon: balls of hardened snow/ice

Diet: fish, lemmings and other small mammals, the occasional baby seal

Appearance: small (¼ the size of a Night Fury), short and rounded. They have a frill of small rounded auricles that help them hear prey under the snow, and large clawed paws for walking on and digging into snow and even permafrost. They are not good fliers and instead use their stunted wings to give them an extra boost when pouncing. Their scales are white with mottled light grey markings for camouflage, and in summer they migrate to ice sheets/glaciers.

Personality: very sociable with their own kind. They mate for life and will often share a den with several other breeding pairs, hibernating during the darkest months of the year in big piles. Their small size makes them wary of any creature that looks bigger than them. However, if one crouches down to their level and is patient, natural curiosity might just overrule their skittishness.

Species Two

Name: Smite Fury (aka Killer Fury)

Inspired By: leopard seals, killer whales and manta rays

Habitat: polar waters, mainly at the South Pole

Breath Weapon: electric stun blasts

Diet: fish, penguins, squid, seals and anything else they can catch

Appearance: long and slender, with wide ray-like wings that allow them to glide through the water with ease. They have long jaws filled with sharp teeth for holding prey. They are flightless, having lost their hind limbs, and their front limbs have evolved into flippers. Their tail-fins resemble a cetaceans’ fluke. They are excellent swimmers, graceful in the water, and hunt via ambush.

Personality: solitary and rather aggressive, particularly on land where they feel more vulnerable. Like most Fury species they are highly intelligent, and are capable of holding grudges. They choose a different mate every breeding season and give birth to live young. Being aquatic, they won’t attack humans on land, but woe betide you if you fall in the water near a hungry Smite Fury.

Species Three

Name: Bright Fury (aka Cave Fury / Flash Fury)

Inspired By: bats, glow worms, oilbirds and olms

Habitat: caves, but are also nocturnal

Breath Weapon: loud and bright bursts of fire, aka ‘flashbangs’

Diet: anything edible they can catch

Appearance: small (a little bit bigger than a Terror, but not by much) and highly manoeuvrable fliers. Their narrow, flattened bodies let them wriggle through tight spaces, and echolocation allows them to find their way in the dark/tell if a space is too small to fit through. They are all but blind, but have an excellent sense of smell and hearing. They also share the Night Fury ability to produce a blue glow, which they use to lure in prey, listening and smelling for it coming.

Personality: very sociable with their own kind, often living in large colonies like bats. However, they don’t take well to intruders, and when feeling threatened will use their ‘flashbangs’ to stun and blind. If all else fails they’re not above giving a nasty bite. You can earn their trust slowly by getting them used to your scent, but come prepared to deal with their blinding fire and needle teeth.

I want to be loved by an older man, not lusted over.

i did a thing.

these are the HTTYD OCs i mentioned earlier. Skadi is older than time (pre 14 y/o me) but Morgan and Rocks are new, as well as the dragons. I'm working on revisiting the movies and shows to build some better lore for them, but for now i've just been using them as some model drawing exercises.

also way too late i realized that i had a PJO "the Big Three" going on with them in terms of theming so we're just FULLY leaning into that.

I'll probably clean these up and color them later

bonus:

cowbutt

Cringe culture is dead. Nine realms self-insert

Also shes actually 20, im just too lazy to repost it