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Hiccup and dragon Pho #1
Jamie's older sister ran outside in the snow with Jamie following.
Jack spun out of the trees like a top set loose, snowflakes dancing away from his frame in all directions. “Jamie! Sophie!”
[ Hiccup felt the excited energy hit him almost before Jack did. The spirit wrapped his arms tight around Jack, happy to feel the solid form of another. It meant this was certainly real.
“Jack-I… Wow! L-Look, I’m on a cloud!” What was one to say in this sort of situation? Where was the manual on turning into a spirit and finding your long lost friend? That would certainly be useful right about now.
Toothless’s large head drifted over the two of them, wrapping his wings around the small pile of spirits. The rumbling purr could be felt in their chests. ]
Jack smiled against the cool leather of Hiccup’s shoulder and felt the whoosh of Toothless’ wings come around behind him. He pulled away and threw his arms around the dragon’s large head before scratching his fingers along the beast’s jaws. “Toothless! You came too!”
He floated a few feet away and motioned to the cloud beneath the viking. “You are!” He flew in a quick circle as he examined his friend from every angle, as though expecting to find something amiss or different. But there was nothing. Hiccup was exactly as he had been in life, with only the absence of flesh to tell the winter spirit otherwise.
“What all can you do?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Riku had just finished up on the Grid and was heading to his newest destination. He looked at the map and stared for a moment. 'Burgess? I've never heard of a place like that. Oh well.' He put the map away and dove to the new world. When he arrived he managed to crash land in a forest landing on his back. He let out a sound of pain and slowly began sitting up as he rubbed his head.
Jack slid between the trees with practiced ease, Wind bubbling beneath him. It seemed uneasy. As the Lake came into view, the storm that held him together gave a bit of a twist and he halted in mid-air. Something was different… His snowflake eyes scanned the air around him before ducking below the tree-line. Frost spread away from his toes like lace as he touched down and it took him mere seconds to notice the young man not ten feet from him. His center gave another lurch.
This was not an ordinary boy… he didn’t need his storm to tell him that. The air around him was charged with something foreign… and powerful. He looked around the deserted forest. The children had gone in for the evening, retreated into homes that promised warmth and food. The young man in front of him wore a sleeveless top, and Jack found himself worrying as the air around them chilled.
“Where did you come from?” he mumbled to the air. He looked around again, as though the boy’s parents or friends would materialize if he only looked again.
((Sorry for the wait))
what the fuck
are you kidding me
i hate conservative christians so much
im so sad this makes me so sad oh gosh
But this is stupid! It’s just a political stunt. No religious pastor was previously required to marry any sort of people they didn’t want to. For instance I (as a non-catholic straight lady) can go to a Catholic Church and tell the priest to marry me and he can say “no”, or “not until you convert”, or “you don’t meet the requirements for marriage in our religion”. Nothing the Supreme Court has done affects whether pastors and priests are required to marry people. The Supreme Court is saying that the STATE must offer equal marriages to all, not that you can walk into any church in America and demand to be married in that religion!
So this thing that the Conservative Right is doing “protecting religious freedom” is all window dressing. It’s a last ditch attempt to try to garner sympathy in a fight they’ve already lost. Because the State is now required to honor all couple’s marriages, all you need to do as a straight or gay couple is find someone who is willing to marry you and fill out the paperwork. Don’t let the idiotic governor of Texas try to convince you that he’s changing anything…
can we all just take a moment of silence to appreciate this.?
0O0 YOU LOOK SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's so awesome!!!!! Once I finish my Vanellope cosplay I'm gonna work on him! I kinda wanna do kid Riku first! I think Jack and Riku would make interesting friends! What should the story be?
Thank you! It’s been a while since I cosplayed him. But I cosplayed him for a while. People said I was a dead ringer for him which is hillarious since all you can actually see of me is the bottom half of my face.
That is a fantastic question... since Riku and Sora are in the business of dimension/ world jumping... maybe he dropped into the Guardians universe?
[ Distracted in his own world of magic and sky, he had almost forgot about the spirit dwelling below.
Just as quickly as it had begun the trance faded, and his attention flew to the boy. “Jack!” His voice rang through the clouds like soft whispers. “Jack up here!”
A cloud formed beneath the spirit, allowing a seat for the former viking. Though It stayed quite still until the Night Fury gave it a puff, sending him drifting down towards the cold ground. ]
Jack spun at the sound of his name, and he almost instantly spotted the viking above him. His heart gave a great leap in his chest, and he instantly smiled, but there was something different.
He didn’t need to see to understand. He could feel it. There was no heartbeat beneath the leather of Hiccup’s tunic. There was no breath in his lungs. Hiccup was dead, and he came before him as a spirit. He could feel the energies around him spiral into a center in the dragon-rider, much like the storm that sustained him. He didn’t know what Hiccup was spirit of, but something in him leaped with both joy and sadness. The very idea that Hiccup’s life had ended at such a young age...
He put the thoughts aside to contemplate later and surged upwards until he slammed into his falling friend and locked his arms around his shoulders. “Hiccup!”
[ A hand went to his hair as he watched the fog leave his fingertips. “Wow-Just-” No words could describe the feeling he got simply watching the magic work. Within moments he danced back, the clouds puffing away behind him with no form to hold them in the sky. They simply vanished.
There was a moment of brief thought as he paused his whimsical spin. Soon the clouds moved from his hands thicker, his fingers moving around them to give them shape and volume.
“Well would you look at that Toothless. Looks like you.”
The spirit chimed pointing at his work proudly. Toothless’s nose flared at the puffy Night Fury before letting out a hefty breath, sending the cloud on its way over the island where Jack investigated.
The vikings mind reached far and wide throughout his being, searching every nook and cranny for more knowledge of what he was and what he could do. A cloud formed below his steps as he made toward the island. Each white puff growing dark, churning under the power of that whom created it.
Thunder rocked the air above the snowy trees, and the winds began to sway the branches loose of their white blankets. ]
The air around him crackled and buzzed, and the storm at his center jumped at the feeling. He spun again. Wind was carrying someone else? No... but someone else was riding it.
“Sandy?” he guessed.
He froze as he watched a very bizarrely-shaped cloud float by, like some great beast drifting lazily through the air. He followed it for several feet, trying to examine it from every angle. At one point, he froze again.
“Toothless?” he said, as though expecting the dragon to respond.
The clouds were getting heavier... darker. Thunder erupted behind him and he yelped and curled around his staff as though it would keep him out of the weather’s reach.
“What in the world?” he demanded of the air. His mouth curled upwards in a smile at the absurdness of it all. This was the Wind, and this was Winter. This was his season. Who was messing with his snow-spinning.
[ A spirit just like Jack; Dead but alive for a purpose. The green gaze lingered longingly on the man below, wanting tangible evidence this was really happening. Soon his mind wandered back to Father Time, hoping his instruction would lead him closer to more answers.
Sadly they were answers it seemed he would have to find himself. Pensive lips pressed together as he followed the spirit’s hand. Focus. He had to focus. On what exactly he was not sure, but it seemed Many of his answers would lie in what he found.
So he did just that. Eyes pressed shut as he flattened out his breathing. Every thought-Every feeling was examined as they passed through his entirety. But all he felt was… vast. Like his mind was an endless space waiting to be filled, a canvas ready to paint with the inks of the gods design. His hands twitched with anticipation. That is what he wanted.
A small fog left his fingers and a smile came to his face. ]
Jack stopped.
The crook of his staff was hooked around a branch and the spirit was suspended by ankles and shins locked around his weapon as his fingers worked frost into the bark like a painting. He pulled himself close to the staff again and Wind tossed him onto the branch.
The sky was heavy. He could feel the clouds that gently poured snow over the island begin to weigh down on him. There was power there, and not his own. Wind threw him into the sky, and he began examining his surroundings like a dog searching for the source of a scent. The clouds were heavier than before. Had he called them? Quite possibly not.
Clouds had always been finicky things- puffs of liquid that had a tendency to skirt around his wishes. Snow poured from his own form well enough, but when he wanted a thick blanket of white over an area, often he would have to spend some time negotiating with the clouds to come and provide. They weren’t possessed of any particular personality, nor was there a spirit meant to be in charge of such things. But often, Jack felt like he was trying to wrangle a group of marbles that always just managed to slide out of his reach.
And so generally, he tried to make due with what he could create himself or, used the clouds that happened to be in an area for his snow. He was rarely so lucky as to have an abundance of clouds to use and he was certain that the clouds hadn’t been this thick when he arrived.
He spun in place, and the storm at his center seemed to hum in anticipation. Someone was here.
“Odin?” he called quietly, and instantly regretted putting the idea in his own head. The Allfather was kindly enough, but his presence was exhausting to endure, and Jack was hardly in the mood to deal with it at the moment.
“This better not be Loki,” he grumbled.
ahh yes the basketball. males 12+ only. nice
Except there’s a difference between men’s basketballs and women’s basketballs because women have smaller hands women’s balls have a smaller diameter while men have larger hands and their basketballs have larger diameters
yo ok what she said my bad
That was the most mature dispute I have ever seen on the internet
Tumblr, you’ve done it.
They have men’s basketballs, women’s basketballs, and youth sized basketballs. Just like they have different sized footballs for different ages.
Equality does not mean everyone gets the same thing because we are all inherently different. Equality is recognizing differences and making sure everyone gets the same opportunity based on those differences, which isn’t always “equal”.
A MATURE ARGUMENT ON TUMBLR
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Watches wolf watch…. Tyler: since I’m the host I get to do what I want and….I want to cuddle a puppy. LETS GET COZY WITH POSIE *dog comes out* Tyler: aww he’s just a bug marshmallow touch him *dylan touches puppy* *tyler jerks puppy away* alright enough touching
And that my favorite part of yesterday’s wolf watch congratulations to Tyler for being the new host and Amy from New Jersey as the fandoms alpha!!!! I love you all!!!