#haddockes

                       shadowspeak. I literallyhad to go on my blog to see what y’all                        are talking about,honestly. but I’m grateful you think this way,                        ‘cause I thinkthat means I’m doing something right even if my                        narrative isslightly kinda more comical than it has to be. thank                        you, katelyn. ❤

               noise is different out of the water. it’s clearer, sharper. movements are heavier, too, since there is no current to glide along with. every step is crashing and breaking a wall of air. the people talk too much in low gruff voices, their demeanor as sour as the brine in their hair. she tugs her seal coat tighter around her shoulders ( no, she will not part with it out of water; her mother had warned her not to ). and just when her feet can comfortably tread the solid terrain, astrid walks into somebody.

          “we’ll make it last, haddock.”

                    &&. haddockes

[ ahhhh thank u baes i missed u both <3 <3 prepare your dash for more lameness as i am now here ]

                    Neon green-yellow eyes glanced toward the viking, pupils dilated to the point of being too-wide, even for how tired and depressed the dragon seemed. Only a soft purring rumble emitted from the dragon, wings limply tucked against his body, his tail failing to flick in the familiar playfulness that usually was Toothless' demeanor.

         His tone was decisive, but          his eyes said otherwise.

i just feel bad bc i probs should have said something before disappearing just like that. but thank uuuu i appreciate it <3 <3