#✒ austrian trollhunter ( karl uhl )

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@storybounded || continued from here

Karl seems caught off guard when he wasn't expecting to be...lectured--no, scolded? He can't tell which one it was but he knows Douxie is giving him quite a lecture and an important lesson and he went absolutely silent, unable to try to say his piece during Douxie's part in speaking.

What really broke him was when he heard the lines of, 'Think back to your students, and to all of the trolls and other creatures you’ve befriended. You have far too much to throw away.' His heart completely shattered as he places a hand on his mouth. "Mierda..." He closes his eyes tightly, trying his best to hold himself together.

Karl sighed in exhaustion, Douxie's words were getting to him. 'You have all this power from the amulet, and just like that, you feel you can bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. But you can’t do it alone… you must strive to be more careful with your well being. There is always another way. One that doesn’t put your life on the line.' Those words rang out inside the Trollhunter's head as a slight scowl, he seems a bit annoyed by how emotional he's getting.

"Damnit, Douxie..." Karl rubs his temples, letting out a soft broken chuckle. "I can't guarantee I'll be more careful. It's tough juggling between a Trollhunter's life and a teacher's life but-...you're right about one thing. Ever since I got this curs--Amulet, I became immediately responsible for the trolls and other creatures but not only I'm responsible for them, I'm also responsible for protecting those I care about. I just-...I don't want to drag them into this mess...especially my coworkers."

"I'm throwing away my life just to protect them, Douxie." Karl took a deep, shaky breath then exhaling. "What I'm trying to say is...I'd appreciate your help and company."

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Karl was genuinely surprised when he came across the Amulet in the canals and yet this Amulet spoke his name as if the Amulet chose him. While in his classroom, his mind kept thinking of the Amulet and yet he strays away from the thought of the Amulet. What is so important about the Amulet? Why did the Amulet choose him? It didn’t make sense. Karl has more questions now than he did before back in his days and it bothers him.

Thankfully, he only has a few minutes before school actually starts. “No, no…I can’t be thinking of the past…mierda, why now?” He cursed under his breath, rubbing his temples. “This can’t be related to the times when I felt paranoid so long ago.” He grunted softly, gathering the school materials he needed for this class together on one desk. “Ay-yi-yi…” He muttered softly under his breath.

the alarm clock rouses jim from his sleep. the sun streams in to his early start of six am. blue eyes blink as he sits up. it's not the usual energetic start fifteen-year old jim would be - determined to make a delightful meal for his mother to wake up from her late night with, as well as her meal for her shift, as well as making sure toby had something halfway decent to eat. jim moves to his laptop to look at the time and the recipe he'd had open the night before. he stares at the date stamp on the lower right hand bar of the screen.

september 17, 2016. the day that kanjigar dies. in another time, in another life - this is the day that jim would assume the role of trollhunter by retrieving the amulet from the rubble of his body. but this life is a new chance.

the akaridion amulet did come back with him, and it glows innocently beside him on the desk. jim cannot reject this one. after all, he is the trollhunter, will always be the trollhunter. though, this time he intends on one of his friends assuming the role, hopefully the amulet calls out for them instead of jim. maybe it'll sense he has no need for merlin's silver and onyx and sword and service - because he's already fighting for the good of all.

the trouble is the sword, but he could make do. excalibur remained in that ruined timeline, all he needs is to sneak into trollmarket, and he can find something there to use. his body isn't as coordinated as it was - given the fact he wouldn't be training the same way, but he reckoned a spear would serve in place of sword. or maybe he'd luck out and there would be some funky sword that conjured from it - but then again, when krel and the rest of the team worked on the design, jim had opted for the ability to use gemstones. he did still know how to cleave like a troll - he could just experiment with gemstones until something worked.

he lets himself think - wonder - as he cooks, finishing up breakfast for himself quickly and making his mom's breakfast while the meatloaf for his meatloaf sandwiches cooks. (he leaves out the cardamom that toby complained about before.) he needs to make sure everyone doesn't know what's going on, what he knows.

and when he and toby bike through the canal - he glances down to the pile of kanjigar's remains - knowing draal will be out there after sundown to gather his father's corpse to reassemble in the hero's forge... he doesn't see the amulet.

jim swallows, and continues to school - trying not to let it get to him. maybe claire was through there? compelled by some fateful predestiny, but he doubts it. and he doubts their shadowed enemies could have gotten to it first.

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@starsweepers sent: i have a terrible feeling that something awful is going to happen to you. ( nari for varvatos! or even karl tbh )

ghostbusters prompts (always accepting)

"Well, that's just...peachy." Karl seems a bit disturbed, unsure how to go about this. "Er...can you-...can you at least elaborate on that for me please?" The Trollhunter questioned with a hint of worry and yet...a smalll sliver of fear. Maybe perhaps he can try to avoid this upcoming warning that Nari told him. Maybe.

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@arcadiatold sent: " master karl - hopefully you are not pushing yourself too hard. do take time to rest. " the lower pair of hands clasp together while chiding the man about rest. // from blinky to trollhunter!karl

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"I'm fine, Blinkous." Karl huffed out with a hint of irritation, breathing heavily. He's still getting used to being the Trollhunter as he turned to cast a glance over to the troll. The troll who's mentoring him.

It seems like he's still adapting to a whole other world. "I am responsible for protecting humankind and trolls, I can't take the time to rest. Besides...it's bad enough I'm already juggling between my job as the teacher and this job as the Trollhunter!" He pointed out, pausing in his exercise. "I just..." He's trying.

"I just worry about the possibility of putting my colleagues and students in danger due to...what I was chosen to do."

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It would be cool to write Trollhunter Karl more often!! I'd love to roleplay that verse with my mutuals!!

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Karl's eyes widened in genuine surprise as he stared at the clean paintbrush that Barbara is holding out for him to take. He reached his hand outwards, grasping the clean paintbrush and staring at the paintbrush for a very long time until he finally snapped out of it, looking over to the blank canvas.

He decided to dip his paintbrush into the color, green, as he then started to paint the canvas which ended up not being blank anymore. He was...surprisingly painting a garden to the best of his ability as he added more colors as time went on. Painting is surprisingly...soothing. He's never felt this relaxed in a while.

"More or less," Barbara confirmed, "Here--" She took her current canvas and placed it off to the side, replacing it with a blank one. "It gets a bit more complicated as you get better, but shapes are the basic of it. Give it a try," she urged the man, hand outstretched with a clean paintbrush.

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@sparksofdaylight || x

Karl seemed rather embarrassed when he asked Barbara to teach her, anxiously clearing his throat. "Si, I'd like for you to teach me how to paint." His eyes moved over to the canvas that was decorated with the vibrantly colored flowers. Has he come off too abrupt when he asked Barbara? "If you don't mind, of course."

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@arcadiatold sent: he kisses his cheek. "proud of you." javier is proud of his trollhunter; proud he's come so far. saving the world, even if his kid also got involved somehow. the band of creepslayerz, led by the pepperjack kid. of all people. (from javier to th!karl)

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Javi..." Karl trailed off in surprise, a soft smile plastering across his face. His heart melted as he then leaned over, planting a kiss on Javier's cheek too as well. "Gracias, Javi...I'm-...I'm proud of you too as well. I appreciate you trusting me. Not a lot of people trust me, you know?"

As for the band of Creepslayerz, he's genuinely impressed that young Pepperjack has improved. Sometimes, Eli reminds Karl of how he was when he was younger. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to break down. A simple proud of you definitely made him emotional.

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@sparksofdaylight​ || continued from here

Karl's heart was clearly pounding as his eyes were shut tightly. He could barely make out Barbara's question and it came off rather muffled. What could he do? What could he say to Barbara? He didn't know what to say or do, a deep, shaky inhale then an exhale escaping through his mouth.

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❝Yes. I’m the Trollhunter.❞ Karl then unsheathed his Sword of Daylight, aiming the sword right at Kat, his eyes narrowing rather cautiously and threateningly. He was nearly out of breath, his eyes focusing on Kat. ❝Going to assume that you’re not good, considering the way you just used your words.❞

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what type of “i love you” are you?

the confession

when you say "i love you," it carries the whole weight of your heart. it feels like closing your eyes and stepping off a cliff. maybe you've been planning to tell them for days now, or maybe it's just slipped out without you realizing, either way, it was inevitable. it's relief and dread all at once, it's mortifying yet hopeful. the words hang heavy and suspended in the air, thick enough to choke on, a brief and perilous moment against the mortal pull of gravity.

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❝Who's there?❞ Karl's head whipped around to see who was there. He thought he heard some rustling unless the rustling was messing with his mind. His blue eyes narrowed threateningly.

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Drink - Find my muse drunk.- Barb (your choice on verse)

@sparksofdaylight || your muse finding my muse in a situation (accepting)

Karl seemed a bit surprised but genuinely concerned to see his girlfriend drunk. A soft frown plastered across his face. ❝Barbara, I think you had a bit too much to drink.❞ He murmured out softly in concern, moving over to Barbara and gently prying the glass away from Barbara.

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@casiita​ || continued from here

Wait...how did...? That didn’t really matter. What mattered was that this waiter was clearly asking for shelter. ❝Fine. I will help you, only if you tell me what is going on when I take you someplace that is safe.❞ Karl sighed, being in his Daylight armor and starting to lead Douxie to a place that Douxie could lay low just for the night. ❝What seems to be hunting you down?❞ Something was hunting Douxie down.

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“We don’t need to do this right now, but if you’re that stubborn…” (from Douxie @casiita for trollhunter!karl)

@casiita || fite or fight me starters (accepting)

❝I get that message a lot when being described as stubborn.❞ Karl narrowed his eyes threateningly, crossing his arms and looking to the other. ❝But fine, what did you have in mind?❞

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how are you ruined?

ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.