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Ruffnut

First impression: Dis bitch cray. I like her.

Impression now: Sweet, hilarious baby with un-touched-upon jealousy issues and unexpected if creepy romantic. Fan of pain. If you try it she’ll probably be into it.

Favorite moment:  “You just keep doing what you’re doing. Keep crrranking”

Idea for a story: The Rufflerette. Unbeknownst to Snotlout and Fishlegs, they aren’t the only ones being put through the ringer for Ruffnut’s affections. Being one of the only girls of her generation without an immediate husband prospect, Ruffnut takes it upon herself to find the most suitable man who can hack it.  And being one of the Original Riders, she has her pick, but how will she know it’s the right one? With the help of her brother, an inexplicably giddy Astrid, and the funds from a long running betting pool, Ruffnut will rake her claws across Berk’s viable bachelors with a series of heinous, often unfathomable, tests. If you get an axe in your foot, you’ve been cut from the running. Eret’s been entered against his will. Eret’s hoping for an axe in his foot. Hiccup pretends to be oblivious.

Unpopular opinion: Uh... Ruffnut takes pride in her hair? Ruffnut is plenty empathetic? Ruffnut legitimately had a crush on Hiccup at one point?

Favorite relationship: Her dynamic with her brother is top notch, of course. I was also always intrigued with her short-lived crush on Hiccup and annoyed that it was so tactlessly brushed under the rug (hence By the Toe).

Favorite headcanon: Likes to catcall men at work

Tuffnut

First impression: That funny but mean boy in the class

Impression now: Brilliant little shit. Weirdly good brother. Adorably supportive in his own way.

Favorite moment: Is it weird that I really love that moment in HTTYD1 when he and Astrid share this look as Fishlegs yaks around the campfire. I love tiny, familiar moments like that that carry a whole other story and proof to an existing relationship and history between characters. Also in HTTYD2--the face he makes at his sister right before she willingly takes Eret’s net

Idea for a story: Tuffnut, upon seeing all his peers find their adult place in life, decides he’s going to become the new Mildew of Berk. Every village needs one, he decides. He has a single odd pet companion and no intention of getting remaining married. What more could he need? He moves into Mildew’s old house and starts a garden of mostly dragon nip varieties. He challenges the new chief at every step, even if it doesn’t make sense. He draws up plans on who to marry and how to dispose of them--he needs a murky trail of wives too, after all. He puts the plan into action, and its slow and awkward and terrifying and after 4 months of married life he hold’s his first wife’s head in the water until she dies and then abandons the body to wash up naturally. He acts distressed upon its ‘discovery’ and half of it is unsure guilt and the phantom feel of her struggles. The other half is acting--he forgot how much he loved to act! He’s married again within a year and second wife’s body he disposes of completely and lets rumors that she left him to chase after an affair circulate. He develops a taste for killing and the thrill of getting away with it. He’s good at it. Too good... what am I talking about who would read this?

Unpopular opinion: He’s not an idiot? He’s tactfully unobservant at best.

Favorite relationship: His sister, obviously, but also a bromance with Snotlout as well as his relationship with his future chief

12. A fic I wish I’d written better.  

All of them?  Is that an answer?  I’m assuming not.  So I’ll say Plans.  It was my first fic and I was young and I really wish I just...hadn’t written it at all honestly.  But if I was going to write it, damn I should have slowed down and put out something a little less embarrassing.  

20.  This is five sentences but: 

I’m hallucinating. I’m going crazy.  Fuse doesn’tglow, she destroys too.  But she can aimhers, she aims hers and avoids the aftereffects entirely.  She’s never caught up in the middle of it,smothered by her own flames.