#➷ muse. ﹙ jim lake jr. ﹚

[trcllhuntcr]

It’s been a very long time since he’s been outside of Trollmarket. He’s always wanted to see how different human school was as James stared straight at the big school building. A deep inhale then an exhale, his first day of school, there was a bit of difficulty of enrolling, signing in but hey, here he is. High school. He then got up to his locker, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity and confusion. How does he...?

Okay, yeah. He has no idea how to open this locker that he’s been assigned to. He took a glance at the sticky note which had his combination password, frowning softly. Perhaps, he could carry his backpack around with a couple of journals that his father, Blinky, dug out of the garbage cans. His father made sure that the journals were clean before being given to him. “Oh, hey, do you think you could help me on opening this?” James noticed the other, asking for help.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Honey Don't Feed Me (Or Else I Will Come Back)

Jim's a monster hunter, and Claire has been cursed with lycanthropy. Jim's a chef, and Claire's hungry.

So, one day I was thinking about @avirxy‘s Tear Me In Two (The Moonlight Will Anyway) series when Hozier's "It Will Come Back" came on when I was driving to school. This fic idea came to me and gripped me so tightly that I knew that I had to write this, even though it's taken a while because grad school.

You don't need to read Tear Me In Two to understand this fic, but I recommend that you do anyways because it is a wonderful series full of Claire Angst.

Rated T for memory loss and suicidal dialogue.

AO3 (archive locked)

FFN

When he was younger, Jim had hated when his mom was working a night shift. He was scared that his mom would go to work one day and never come home. Now, the night after a full moon? He was thankful that she wasn’t there to question why he was taking a thermos full of soup with him on a walk through the woods, especially when there had been so many so-called feral dog attacks recently.

It was the night after the full moon, and Claire still hadn’t come home. She had disappeared three days before the full moon. Jim had thought she would have come back today, shown up to school exhausted and covered in scratches. She had done that last month and had temporarily put a stop to all the dirty looks that her parents had been giving to Jim and Toby.

Jim could tell where she had been by the claw marks on the trees and the paw prints in the dried mud. And he had seen her in this area. Or at least, he had seen a feral dog with a blue hairclip still stubbornly clinging to her streaked fur. He placed the thermos on a flat rock and opened it. He grabbed a napkin out of his backpack and placed the spoon on it.

“I know you’re here, Claire.”

“Go away.”

“And waste the soup?”

She stepped out from the trees and shadows that had been hiding her. Only a single hair clip clung to her hair, desperately trying to tame her mane of curls into something manageable.

“You can have it.” Hopefully it was Claire’s stomach that growled and not the wolf.

“I made it for you. Besides…” Jim trailed off before he could ask the question. She probably wouldn’t know when she had last eaten. The last full moon, she hadn’t remembered what had happened when she had disappeared. She had looked so lost as she had said it. Claire was amazing in so many ways, among them her brilliant mind. She was one of, if not the smartest, students in their year. She was taking enough classes that she could graduate high school this year (though she’d need an extra year so she could go to college), and she still had straight A’s.

(Or at least she had straight A’s before the dog bite.)

Claire had once confided in Jim that she thought her mind and grades were the main reason why her mom loved her, because having a smart daughter was a status symbol. And now she was losing parts of her mind to the wolf.

“Besides,” Jim said again, “it’s already open, which means it’s already cooling.”

“I don’t want you here,” Claire said, and if it wasn’t an obvious lie Jim would’ve felt like he had been slapped. As it was, the pain of her lie hurt less than the pain of how disorientated and hurt Claire was. When she was on top of her game, she was a much better actress. She was normally capable of making her lies sound seamlessly true.

“I don’t want you around me,” she continued. This was less of a lie.

“I know you. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“Yes, I will.” A huff of sardonic laughter escaped her lips. “I don’t want to, but I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt all of you. It’s better like this. It would be better if I were gone forever; I’m just too much of a coward.”

It took Jim a moment to realize what she was talking about. When he did, he had to place a hand against the tree bark to ground himself. He was no use to her if he panicked over her words. “I’m not going to kill you, Claire.”

“You should, before I hurt someone and make them like me.”

“You need to eat. You’re not thinking straight. Please.”

Maybe it was the hunger, or maybe it was him, but Claire finally sat next to the soup and picked up the spoon. Slowly, Jim walked to her and placed a hand on her knee.

“You’re making this even harder,” she said, looking at him with watery brown eyes. It was the first time she had met his eyes since the “dog” bite. How long had flecks of gold been floating in her irises? Since her first transformation? Since the bite? She hadn’t had them before.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“No, I won’t. All of Blinky’s books on lycanthropy say it’s incurable.”

“I don’t care. Come back with me. We’ll get through this together, my love. I promise.”

Her eyes widened before she began to sob into his shoulder. Jim realized that this was the first time he had told her that he loved her.

A/N: I swear that when I started writing this Claire wasn't suicidal. But then, when I went to reread (and edit) this fic it made me tear up, so I think it fits the narrative.

[trcllhuntcr]

"Sounds like a plan!" Jim nodded, starting to walk in the direction of one of his favorite spots here in Trollmarket. "There's a couple of caverns within Trollmarket and I'm sure you're going to like them when you see it in person!" The cavern he's talking about has pretty stars on the ceiling, almost as if the stars are glimmering in the darkness which lit up the whole cavern.

On the way there, Jim was showing Jiki around what most of the areas in Trollmarket are for and he's explaining it thoroughly the best he could. "I try to stay away from the pub as much as I could since well...you know. I just-...Every once in a while, I'll go in there to get something for Blinky or Aarrrgh. In and out." He hasn't really touched any drinks or food in the pub lately.

jiki smiles. "no, i get it. i'm a new face, and he has to warm up to me too. the troll part helps."

there's a pause before a nervous laugh. "about as much help as throwing ice into a frozen lake to cool it down though. it's a bit better. we'll both get him warmed up to us in time."

jiki smiles. "so, show me your favourite spots, hm? i'll teach you words as we go."

[kitsmuses]

------------------------- CANON LIST :

Disney / Pixar

Chip Potts

Peter Pan

Riley Andersen ( low activity )

Socks Heeler ( low activity )

BBC Merlin

Merlin

Sweet Tooth

Gus

Finn Fox

Becky / Bear

Maya Monkey

Teddy Turtle

Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Fifteenth Doctor

Dan Lewis

Rory Williams

Antony Brian Williams

Once Upon a Time

Henry Daniel Mills

Killian Jones

Will Scarlet ( low activity )

Jack Frost ( my own intake, au version that is written into this fandom. )

Neal Nolan

Trollhunters

James Lake Jr

Troll Jim

Toby Domzalski

NotEnrique

Douxie Casperan

Walter Strickler

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring

Oliver Spring

Harry Potter

Neville Frank Evans-Longbottom ( he's mainly written in a discord server that I am in, would love to write with you over there! )

Albus Severus Potter

Mystic Messenger ( low activity )

Saeran / Ray / Unknown

Saeyoung Choi

Yoosung

Laika animation studios

Eggs ( the boxtrolls )

Book characters

Conner Jonathan Bailey ( the land of stories )

Horrid Henry

Matilda Wormwood

---- DISCLAIMER :

If you would like to write, please specify which muse you'd like to write against — same goes for if you're also a multi. Please note that this list is subject to change. You may find some marked with "low activity", while these are characters that I have written in the past, I currently don't have a lot of muse for them right now.

[earth-ambassador-jim]

Lost Souls: Story 16

Rage 

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his  sleep. He decides  that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance  and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter  as early as possible.

Barbara  is  determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts  to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to  her in  a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society  of  shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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“Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.”

― Homer, The Iliad

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It was early in the morning. Outside the sun would be turning the buildings blood red but the light of day never made it into this dark corner of the museum.

Six Years.

Barbara watched as Walt worked on piecing the Killahead Bridge together. The only noise was the soft crunching of stone and the occasional whoosh of the building’s air vents.

Six Years.

Her fingers twitched. The pendant containing her armor weighed heavy against her chest. She only had to will it and her sword would be at her side.

A goblin entered the room. It wove a lazy path across the floor. When it got close to her it paused, sniffing the air. Its ears lowered and it made a soft clicking noise before giving her a wide berth on its journey to the other side.

Barbara's eyes returned to the bridge. She ran her hand over the necklace’s chain.

Six years... That was how long it was since Jim had been taken. Half his life. He would be turning Twelve today. He should be in middle school now. She should be embarrassing him with dating advice and trying to help with math. Not...

Barbara gritted her teeth. Her hand clenched tight around the yellow crystal sending a spike of pain up her arm.

Six years and what did she have to show for it? Her slipping morals? The fact she was becoming as good at harming as she had been at healing? Humanity’s slow path toward annihilation?

There was chattering and Barbara glanced over to see five goblins carrying a rough wooden crate in. It was covered with a variety of labels and stamps that suggested it came from one of the more tropical regions.

The goblins deposited it abruptly by Walt. One of them climbed on top of the box and pointed aggressively at him, launching into a tirade that had the changeling rolling his eyes.

“Look,” Walt said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I understand that you don’t like saltwater, but we need…”

A metallic clang resounded through the museum. All their heads shot up and swiveled toward it.

Barbara didn’t see anything but she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet. Magic thrummed through her, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

Walt gave a sharp signal to the leader of the goblins. The small froglike creature skittered forward on its toes. Its companions followed, creeping up the walls and behind the exhibits.

For a moment there was silence. Walt and Barbara stared in the direction the goblins had gone. Barbara’s stomach clenched slightly and her pulse picked up. She hoped that it was just another goblin messing around, or perhaps Nomura had dropped something. She didn’t want to have to deal with a human stumbling upon their operation. Not again. But if it was an enemy…

There was a roar followed by a series of thuds, hisses, and clangs. With a flash of yellow, Barbara donned her armor, preparing to follow the goblins. That proved to be unnecessary. A goblin came hurtling past them followed closely by the silver armored troll fending off the rest of the swarm.

Barbara drew her sword and dagger.

Kanjigar moved with terrible efficiency, his sword vaporizing goblins left and right. Barbara hung back watching and waiting. How had he found them? To her right she saw Walt edging toward the bridge. It was currently half covered by a white canvas sheet.

A thought flickered through Barbara’s mind, stirring up a flicker of hope in the dark depths of Barbara’s mind. Maybe Kanjigar would see the bridge. Maybe he would put an end to this madness. Barbara didn’t want the end of the world after all, just the end of Merlin.

If Kanjigar saw the bridge… maybe stole a piece or two… that would be one less thing for her to worry about. One less thing on her conscience.

Then Kanjigar turned and saw Barbara. A frown crossed his face and his nostrils flared. If he…

The Trollhunter cocked his head and opened his mouth. She couldn’t let him speak. Barbara lunged forward and drove her blade towards his throat. Kanjigar quickly brought up Daylight and deflected it. She followed up with a dagger toward the ribs. The small blade didn’t look like much, but it had an enchantment for cutting stone on it.

Kanjigar moved to the side and swiped his sword at hers. If it made contact, the force would surely disarm her. Barbara jumped back. She could hear the air whistle around the blade as it passed by.

Their swords briefly met as Barbara deflected the next blow.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Walt pull the canvas over the bridge.

“Who are you?” The Trollhunter demanded.

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Kanjigar fell back slightly waiting for an answer. There was a pause and the armor clad… human? Or perhaps changeling… surveyed him through their yellow visor.

“Nemesis,” They said finally. “You may call me Nemesis, Trollhunter.”

They spun their blades and circled, steps careful and deliberate.

Kanjigar could tell by their scent they were the sorcerer who helped him at the canal. He frowned.

Off to the side he saw the other human… or changeling… shifting warily by the canvas covered bridge.

Right. That was the more important thing. He had only gotten a brief look, but the Killahead Bridge was distinctive. He had to do something.

“Who do you serve?” He asked Nemesis.

Perhaps that would be the key to all this.

“You don’t need to know that.�� Their voice was sharp. They followed up the statement with a series of blows that Kanjigar either blocked or dodged.

So they did serve someone. That was a good start.

Someone who was interested in rebuilding the Killahead Bridge. It was odd that they would be working on that but help Kanjigar kill Bular. Now that he thought about it, they had started in on him to prevent him from talking. Perhaps they weren’t loyal. It sounded like he touched a nerve when he asked who they worked for.

He could work with that.

Best to kill two cats with one stone.

Swiftly Kanjigar released his sword, allowing it to disappear, and lunged forward. He rolled letting his momentum take him to where the bridge lay covered. The man who had been standing between him and the bridge threw himself out of the way, transforming into a green troll as he did so. Kanjigar slammed into bridge hard, dislodging the cloth and loosening several of the more precarious stones. He scooped one of those up, shielding his face from a barrage of knives from the apparent changeling.  

He made eye contact with Nemesis, or he thought he did. -Their visor was facing him.- He turned so that the green changeling couldn’t see his face and mouthed “I wish to talk, Sorcerer” before bolting for the door with his prize. If he was right, they would follow him and make sure that their fellow didn’t.

Kanjigar ran with ease through the wakening streets of Arcadia, choosing back alleys and side streets to avoid the humans who were just starting to move about. The sky was now a light blue but thanks to the Daystone he suffered no harm.

Soon one of the city’s many forests appeared before him. Kanjigar entered the comforting shade and paused to check behind him. Yes. The sorcerer was still following. He turned and began running again. Soon they were deep in the forest, well away from prying eyes. Kanjigar stopped in a small clearing. Humans were agile so he didn’t want to fight them in the thick of the trees.

Nemesis emerged from the tree line and stopped when they saw him standing there.

They stood for a moment sizing each other up.

“I recognize you,” he said and then paused.

They didn’t attack him, so he decided they must have figured out a way to keep their comrade from following them. Good. He could speak freely then.

“If it wasn’t for your intervention I couldn’t have killed Bular. Thank-you.”

They were silent. They made no acknowledgement of his words, but they also didn’t move to attack.

“If you are dissatisfied with who you are working for I could help you.”

Perhaps if he had another sorcerer on his side he could gain enough swing to get Jim into a better situation. Maybe he could even acquire some form of glamour for the boy so he could mingle with humans if he desired.

“And how do you propose that,” Nemesis said coldly. “You have no idea of my circumstances.”

They spun their blades once and began to circle.

Kanjigar considered that. He didn’t summon Daylight yet, opting instead to turn to keep his opponent in sight.

From the sound of it they had no intention of telling him who they worked for. Still…

“I know Merlin,” He offered. “Whoever you serve… He should be a match for them. If you’d like I could…”

Nemesis was upon him in a flash. He was unprepared for the sudden violence of their assault. Countless stinging cuts were scored across his hide. Finally he managed to grab one of their arms and fling them back. Buying enough space to summon Daylight.

His opponent rolled and came up facing him, dagger in one hand.

“I will never work with Merlin,” Nemesis snarled. “That bastard took my son.”

“He what?” Kanjigar asked.

What were they talking about? Why would Merlin…

Kanjigar took a step back and nearly fell over when his leg didn’t respond right. He looked down and found it had turned to stone. How?...

There.

A thin blade protruded out of the armor behind his knee. He caught the faint glow of green from it: Creeper’s Sun. Now that he noticed it he could feel stiffness spreading from other wounds as well…

Nemesis drew their sword and came close again, moving low and fast.

No!

He couldn’t die here. If he did Jim would become Trollhunter… Jim who was only twelve, a mere child by the reckoning of both his species.

A fierce protective rage welled in his core lending strength to his stiffening limbs.

Kanjigar roared and lashed out at the armored being. His blow connected and they were sent flying through the air. They hit a tree with a harsh clang and fell to the ground, armor dented.

He gritted his teeth and reached back to grasp the handle of the knife. It came out with a grating sound. He eyed the loathsome thing and then flung it away as hard as he could.

Kanjigar clenched his teeth against the pain as he dropped to all fours and started running.

He didn’t want to risk bringing this foe anywhere near Jim but it was his only chance. Merlin might be able to reverse the creeper’s sun… and there was the confusion ward. Merlin once told him it would keep anyone without permission from getting close to the cave.

He desperately hoped it would work.

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Barbara watched as her foe continued to crawl forward. Both of his legs were deadweight now and one arm only half worked. His breathing was becoming labored as the petrification slowly claimed his torso. She was tempted to leave him -to see where he was going- but she was getting flickering feelings of other magic. There was most likely a barrier in this area. She could not risk losing him.

She dropped out of her tree and drew her dao. The Trollhunter must have heard her coming. He twisted awkwardly and caught sight of her.

His face was drawn and eyes narrowed with pain but he braced himself and let out a low warning snarl.

Barbara halted, considering her options. Her ribs ached in such a way that she had no doubt they were bruised. One might even be cracked. She could not take another blow like the last one so she could not risk getting close just yet.

She spun her dao around once and sheathed it, then reached into her left pouch and pulled out a vial of her blood. She opened it and murmured softly, activating the spell. Dark blue runes flickered in the air and then entered the blood turning it from red to black. She recapped the vial and then tossed it at the troll.

It exploded and the blood turned into vicious crackling blue chains that wrapped around his bulky form, pinning him to the ground.

The Trollhunter’s eyes widened and he struggled, in the process losing his second leg. Satisfied that he was secured Barbara began to approach.

“Wait!” Kanjigar sought her gaze, ears pinned back. “Please release me. I will swear on my honor not to tell of your involvement in Bular’s death.”

Barbara paused. This was completely out of character for him. She’d watched all the videos of his fights with Bular and other trolls that the Janus Order had to offer. Not once had she seen him try to back down from a fight… no matter how desperate.

He was too proud to accept defeat, let alone plead for his life.

She wasn’t sure what to make of this.

“Why should I let you live?”

I was too big a risk. Who knew if he would keep his word? In fact he’d probably already told someone else by now.

“There… there is someone who needs me,” Kanjigar said. “If I die he will be alone and my burden will fall on his shoulders… so, please, let me live.”

Kanjigar stopped struggling against the chains and lifted his head to bare his throat.

Barbara hesitated.

Thoughts of Jim staring up at her when she had first held him flickered through her mind. The look in Kanjigar’s eyes reminded her of how she had felt. That knowledge that suddenly this child was worth more to her than the whole world…

A chill spread through her veins.

But then he’d been taken away… By the very wizard this troll glorified every time he donned the armor.

Her breathing sped up to just shy of hyperventilating.

And now she would never see her son again.

Tears stung in her eyes. The hatred surged back to the surface and coursed through her hot and blinding. Barbara bared her teeth behind the visor. She took all the rage and anger and sorrow and vile toxic fear that had been simmering in her and drove her sword into the troll’s chest with a scream.

And for a moment… just one second she felt free.

Then Kanjigar crumbled to stone.

The Amulet rolled out of the pile of rock. Barbara stared at it. Numbly, she sheathed her weapon and leaned forward to grab it.

The moment her fingers touched the warm metal there was a blinding flash of light and a vicious surge of electricity leapt from the blue stone to her fingers. Her hand spasmed and she jerked back with a curse. When she finally managed to blink the bright spots out of her eyes the amulet was gone.

Of course it was.

She took a breath and forced herself to let it go.

Kanjigar’s blank stone eyes stared at her accusingly.

“Please…” His voice echoed in her head.

Had he been talking about Draal? Barbara frowned. That didn’t seem right so who had…

She banished the thought.

She was done. Done torturing herself with hope. Done trying to bring good out of this mess. She only made things worse when she tried. She needed to accept that Jim was gone. That the only thing left for her was her revenge.

Barbara took a breath and reached for the rage in her chest. She accepted it as she had done so long ago when she first sought out Morgana. She embraced it and felt her magic simmer in response; copper in her mouth and lightning in her bones.

Her hand came to rest on the sword at her side.

If she was doomed to cause destruction then Nemesis would be the one to herald Merlin’s downfall. She would destroy everything he worked for. She would take the pain he had inflicted upon her and return it a hundred-fold.

In the meantime….

She turned her gaze back to Kanjigar… to the Trollhunter’s remains.

Gunmar would be pleased to hear that his son was avenged, but proof would be necessary. Nemesis redrew her dao and quickly got to work.

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There was a blinding flash of blue light. Snip to lept off Jim’s lap with a startled yowl, her brown and white fur fluffed up.

Jim blinked the bright spots out of his vision before looking around for the source of the disturbance.

He froze.

“No…”

The air left Jim’s lungs and his hands shook. For a moment he could hear nothing but the roaring of his blood in his ears, then…

The amulet spoke in Kanjigar’s voice.

“James Lake.”

Jim collapsed to his knees.

~~~~

“And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

~Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night”

[talesofsonicasura]

A King's Musings

A warrior king thinks about his peculiar guests and the face of the person who brought them.

Part of the Past/Present/Future Trio! Best to check that out first, especially the comments and reblogs, or else you'll just be super confused.

Damas would admit that Jak will never fail to surprise and worry him. The young man alongside his smaller companion had been gone for two weeks ever since they snuck into the Monk's Temple. It wasn't no lie that a good chunk of his Spargus citizens than just their king were a bit worried.

Jak and Daxter peculiar dynamic helped ease the tension from the serious matters outside the walls. It's hard to not be amused by youths getting into ridiculous but mostly harmless antics. Something that felt needed when the problems at hand aren't the usually ones for his people. These were much larger and dangerous matters that even his unaware citizens can sense.

Then not even an hour into the night did the Spargan King received a message from his most trusted friend, Sig. Jak and Daxter had been found but they weren't alone. Two other boys were with them, one who had a lethal allergic reaction to sunlight. It was enough extra motivation for Damas to come over alongside an escort and get the four youths back to Spargus before sunrise.

The King was about to arrange separate rooms for the other two boys but they all insisted on staying with the "Demolition Duo". It wasn't hard to notice the kindredship between them. One of sworn brothers ready to burn the world to ashes for each other.

"I figured I would find you wandering the halls again." Damas turned away from his thoughts to look at an approaching Sig. Although he couldn't help but raise a brow at the bits of feathers stuck haphazardly on the man's armor. "Old habits die hard my friend. Let me guess, a pillow fight?"

The man playfully rolled his only organic eye at his king's query. "Blue Cherry has one hell of a swing. Knocked the air outta me real good than just make a pillow explode. I can only imagine taking a hit from him as a full grown adult." James Lake Jr or "Jim" being the young man's preference.

A half human/half 'troll' who shared a very similar situation to Jak. Sadly he couldn't change back to what he once was from how it been phrased. The boy could easily be mistaken for being part Lurker if he didn't have that smooth stone hide and horns. Maybe a subspecies?

Jim was sixteen but dwarfed Damas by a foot if you weren't counting the horns. It isn't hard to see what his sworn brother meant as the boy still had some growing to do. They were lucky Kleiver hadn't thrown out his old PJs when he was a teenager. Between the four, Jim is more outspoken and approachable.

"An agreed sentiment as the young man has no doubt seen his fair share of the battlefield if he shares Jak's predicament. Though I bet it was Link who started their little fight." Damas' smile could barely conceal the heartache that stung his soul.

The world of a warrior wasn't a kind one. Every man and woman will face their own unspeakable horrors as war is bound to find them at some point. The eyes that a 10 year child should never be cursed to have. Link was painfully close in personality to his lost son, Mar.

An innocent youth with a knack for getting into mischief and prefers to use sign language than his voice. Sadly Link's innocence had also been robbed in the same way his fellow brothers lost theirs. By men like the Green Eco Sage who believes children should hold the weight of the world on their shoulders.

"Little Cherry is as clever as his aim. He already knew the right trajectory and timing to throw so he could hit my face before I even opened the door. Jak got himself some competition when the boy's old enough to pick up a gun."

Damas snorted at the image of his friend being met with a pillow to the face. There were already some rumors about Link being the King's secret love child amongst his guards. "I'm glad to know they're making themselves comfortable already. Hopefully the boys don't decide to throw another pillow fight in their new room."

"So when you are going to start working on those adoption papers? Just know that you have to do shared custody for Jim cause his mother might beat you with a broom if otherwise." Sig chuckles at the pointed look from Damas.

He knew his sworn brother's fatherly instincts when it came to lost children like the four boys. Damas is family man at heart and he always wanted to give Mar siblings. When his son disappeared, it wasn't hard to notice the sorrow in the man's eyes.

It hurt to find Damas sitting on Mar's bed with his son's favorite Crocadog plush in hand. No updates on the lost boy for over a year just made it worse. There been a few leads but they were muddle before absolute silence once Kor was dead. Although some reports were linked to two particular boys who slowly been healing Damas' heartache.

There was something about the Demolition Duo, especially Jak, that resonated with the King of Spargus. A very familiar bond that neither parties could identify but can definitely feel. Kinda like... Both men hadn't noticed they had stop in front of Jak's room. Unlike 20 minutes ago, it was quite silent.

Damas and Sig looked at each before the latter silently open the door. The room had been overtaken by feathers that once made their home in the pile of torn pillow cases at the farthest corner. Jak and Link's items were closer to the bed especially the youngest peculiar "Fierce Deity" mask which sat on an intact pillow.

It wasn't difficult to find the room's occupants. All four boys were all fast asleep, huddled together in a slightly awkward cuddle pile. Jim was behind everyone as his head rested on Jak's chest alongside Link and arms held the two smaller blondes. The youngest boy nestled himself against the oldest with a firm grip almost if to make sure he won't disappear.

Jak was in the center of the two whilst Daxter laid behind his head, curled up like a feline. A very rare sight to behold as the duo still had issues when it came to sleeping. Haven City hadn't been so kind to their health from the constant mission reports Sig gotten ahold of during his stay.

The heartwarming scene felt very familiar to Damas, too familiar. Soft peaceful expression on Jak's face as his body was held in the safety of his brothers. Just like...

Realization hit Damas harder than a gun handle to the teeth. "Sig, get me every report involving Jak's stay in Haven. I'll be in my private studies as there's something I need to check. The answers we been seeking about Mar's disappearance is much closer than we thought."

Sig quietly headed off while the king look back at the sleeping youth, specifically Jak. The image of a little greenish blonde child surrounded by blankets as he held a plush crocadog to his chest paint the king's mind. "Please let me be right."

The door closed without a sound as darkness gently blanket the room once more.

And that's it. I'm a sucker for Dadmas just like Fierce Dadity so I couldn't resist. Figured I give Jim a break from the madness he's been subjected to on my main blog. Still on a Trollhunters kick so it'll taking longer to get other stuff done.

Life has also been insane as curveballs keep coming. I'm currently working on the next chapter for Of Bug Cults and Living Stone while proofreading my older works. Until next time folks, I'll see you back at the crossroads between Spargus, Arcadia and Hyrule!

@radioactivepeasant @hermitdrabbles56

[trcllhuntcr]

Jim's watching from the shadows of the trees, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You really love that carrot, don't ya?"

Squeak. Squeak. SqueeeeeeaSqueeeak. Squeak!

[voidfcllen]

Rattles around my Catchphrase-having Magical Girl muses.

Gal Alvarez / Dudepow - Sock it to me Broseph

Evelyn Clavell / Dudewhap - Shock it to me Broseph

Bily Batson / Captain Marvel - Shazam

Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir - Claws Out

Nino Lahiffe / Carapace - Shell On

Danny Fenton / Phantom - I’m Going Ghost

Jim Lake Jr / The Trollhunter - For the Glory of Merlin Good Of All Daylight is Mine to Command

Randy Cunningham / The Ninja - Actually doesn’t have one but says Ninja O’clock a lot.

Dani Phantom - Also doesn’t have one but will steal Danny’s.

Chiro - Also no Catchphrase but also doesn’t transform back to his Civvie self anymore which is sad in several ways.

[sorcerymuses]

This is a ‘permanent’ starter call for my Miscellaneous TV Show/Movie Muses (Specify which muse you’re interested in because these muses are single verse):

Princess Azula (Avatar UA)

Katara (Avatar UA)

Rider (Centaurworld AU)

Catra (She-Ra AU)

Perfuma (She-Ran UA)

Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Aja Tarron (Tales of Arcadia UA)

Jim Lake, Jr (Tales of Arcadia AU)

Branch (Trolls)

Floyd (Trolls)

Viva (Trolls)

Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)

[of-dragxns-and-demxns]

Hey I’m Han and this is of-dragxns-and-demxns, an Inuyasha multimuse featuring Inu-mama Izayoi, Puppy boy himself Inuyasha and OC Lord Ryuura! This is a semi selective, multiship friendly and multiversed blog!

Mun is 20+, Personals will be blocked

You can find me on one of my many other blogs for various fandoms and OCs!

@heart-of-change Hayami Kimmi A TMNT OC with verse in 2003, 2007, Rise/2018 and 2012 versions.

@heartofhamato Hamato Karai, a Karai-lived AU blog for ROTTMNT’s Karai

@mcmcntomori -Percy Phantom, A Danny Phantom twin OC based on the episode Identity Crisis

@saiyansduelistsandgods a Multimuse of YGO, DBZ, and Original multi-fandom muses, featuring Goku, Raditz, and an array of OCs!

@mothersofskylands Sonic Boom and Mother, A Spyro and Skylanders OC blog featuring Skylander’s Academy and Spyro Original/Reignited trilogies verses!

@newheroesofthemultiverse Steven Universe, Jim Lake Jr, Marinette Dupen Chang, Yugo, and OC muses, a multimuse of young heroes traveling the multiverse!

@greenhills-bluedevil  A Movie Sonic blog with Sonic X, game and IDW verses!

@multiversal-sibs A Sonic OC Multimuse, five siblings traveling the multiverse after trying to warp to safety.

@starkswondertwins - Tony and Ella Stark, An Iron Man: Armored Adventures blog with Tony and his Twin Sister, my OC!

@flirtatiousgreen Li Gurin, Yu-Gi-Oh OC, A Boy and his younger sibling just trying to survive on their own.

[trcllhuntcr]

@arcadiatold || continued from here

"Now that I can allow, mom." Jim smiles softly, soon focusing back to making sure breakfast is ready. Once he got everything prepared, he got plates and silverwares out of its designated cabinets before serving pancakes, eggs, and hashbrowns mixed in with a bit of onions and bacon onto the plates. "Breakfast is served!" He announced brightly, looking over to see how his mom is doing with the tea.

[trcllhuntcr]

Jim looked rather panicked, still running. "You better!" He shouted at Jiki, his tone sounding rather stern and yet worried. Is there anything he can do to help Jiki? Anything?

jiki growls, aiming at the beast to strike him with an arrow as he continued to follow after jim.

"i promise i'll explain once this thing is down!" he shouts, nocking another arrow. he's a little rusty on the aim, but something about the stones make his aim truer. the beast howls as the arrow makes contact.

[sparksofdaylight]

alrighty roo. I will update my muses and indicate which are inactive. But right now, I am going to focus primarily on:

-Barbara 

-Jim lake Jr

-Vex’ahlia

-Keyleth 

I am slowly working on bringing other muses back but I am still unsure what tumblr will look like for me moving forward, in full honesty. bear with me and be kind to one another, kids!

[i-am-gun-robot]

Oh an idea , what if in lore arrrgh and jim bonded over both being forced in a role where they basically had no choice to refuse and them having to fight constantly because giving up/surredening meant death or whatever

The circunstances are different , but the trauma in the base of it is more or less the same ( i think )

Oooh, I like it!! Aaarrrgghh!!! and Jim will definitely be bonding, though I don't know how much talking they'll be doing due to the language barrier. But yes, they both are/were child soldiers, so there's tons of opportunities for bonding there! I'm very excited to get to that part of the fic, haha :3

[spectr3ghast]

Jim would make an excellent drag queen

[prankprincess123]

The plot of TOA Wizards is 85% Arthurian family drama, 10% Beauty and the Beast, and 5% other magical nonsense, and I love it.