#Sunshine au

[03owlyn]

Rereading @rosemaidenvixen 's sunshine au gave me inspiration. This fanfic is amazing. I reread it every few months and impatiently wait for new chapters.

I'm not good with describing my feelings and thoughts

[institute-of-planar-shitposts]

"...have any questions?" the Director asks as she finishes informing the brand new Reclaimers of what their new job will entail, as well as the fee she'd just had Davenport pay them.

"I've got one," Taako offers. "As far as we know, is there a bad Bureau of Balance?"

"A Bureau of Imbalance?" Magnus adds, grinning as he nods.

"Just general bad guys?" Merle agrees.

The Director exhales. "Of sorts, yes. To the best of our knowledge, the group that created the Grand Relics, known as the Red Robes for the bright crimson robes they were known for, are all but gone. The Red Robes were a group of powerful wizards, warlocks, and other magic users, and they created the eight relics according to the school they had the most affinity for. If you ever run into any of them, it's imperative you run away."

"So they're still around, then?" Merle checks.

"Most of them are not, no."

"Sooo, again, they're still around?" Taako says, raising an eyebrow.

The Director looks between them, her gaze measured. "I suppose I shouldn't hide it from you, as Reclaimers," she decides. "I'm telling the truth - most of the Red Robes are no longer in existence. The entire Bureau knows about them, and the standing order to run, but due to the danger it poses, few know about the greater threat."

"And that is...?" Magnus gestures for her to continue.

"The story of the Red Robes isn't well known to most of the world," she says, getting up to look out a window. "Of course, that's partially due to the Voidfish. As I'd told you before, the only way to stop the war for the relics was to make the world forget, and that included what was already well-known about the group. I only have what knowledge I've been able to piece together about them. On their own, they're dangerous enough. That said, there's a threat to this world that's greater than the Red Robes.

"In the bits and pieces I've heard, there's a reason this group fell. The Grand Relics, once word spread of their power, were highly sought after. The Red Robes tried to hide them, but gradually lost each item they'd created. One of them became enraged over their loss, and decided to take matters into her own hands. The destruction of the group was due to this being turning on the rest. She was crazed, determined to recover what they'd lost by any means necessary, even if that meant taking out the rest of the Red Robes.

"The rumors about this being say that she's a warlock to something with power never seen otherwise on this plane, and that she causes destruction wherever she goes as she searches for the Grand Relics. I don't know how much of this is true," the Director adds, turning back to the new Reclaimers. "What I do know, however, is I've encountered someone who matches her description, and she is indeed bent on reclaiming the relics, no matter the cost. She's been named the Black Opal."

"'The Black Opal'? Isn't that a Goosebumps story or something?" Merle frowns.

"I think it's a separate series," Magnus disagrees.

"And it's called the Black Lagoon," Taako adds, snorting. "You know, creatures of?"

"Oh. Is that where the name came from?" Merle blinks.

The Director looks like she's resisting the urge to drag a hand down her face. "No. Black opal is a gemstone," she answers. "I hope you never have to meet her, but if you did, you'd understand why she's been called such."

"Is she made of the stuff or something?" Taako snorts.

"Or something," she confirms, expression grim. "It's impossible to know exactly what that substance is, but that gemstone is the closest description I can give. If you ever run into the Black Opal - and again, I dearly, dearly hope you never do - you must run as fast and far as you can. I don't want to risk losing anyone to her mad destruction."

"I'm sure we could take her," Magnus argues.

"No," the Director says forcefully. "Your direct orders are to run, if you ever see her. That's it. Do not engage, do not try to reason with her. Run."

"Okay, okay," Taako says, waving a hand. "We get it, we see the spooky robe, we run. You talked about a gachapon thing earlier, can we get going?"

She scrutinizes each of them for a long moment before exhaling. "So long as you've truly etched that command into your brains, then yes," she replies, sitting back at her desk. "Davenport will show you how to get there."

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 6

<Previous Next>

Ao3

Being the elder of the largest hearthstone community on this continent came with a litany of responsibilities, some outspoken and many more tacit. One of which was keeping a cool head and level temperament even in times of crisis.

Kanjigar falling and there being no trace of a new Trollhunter for days certainly counted as a crisis.

Glancing around his workshop, Vendel confirmed that he was indeed alone before placing a hand on the wall, searching for a small, hidden compartment.

Dealing with such troubles when they arose steadily wore at his nerves, but Vendel accepted these burdens wholeheartedly. The position of a leader was never one he sought out, but time and time again he found no one else willing to fulfill the responsibilities no one else stepped up to. He was no troll’s master, Vendel was simply willing to do what needed to be done.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t allow himself a quick reward now that the most dire urgency had passed.

Vendel pulled a small stone box out of the cubby in the wall, opening it to reveal a dark amber bottle. Uncorking the bottle he gave the contents an appreciative sniff before taking a deep swig. Warmth blooming in his stomach as he swallowed.

A vintage from the old country, not overly strong but of the highest quality, and if there was ever a time to indulge himself with a nip it was now.

After several unbearably tense days the new Trollhunter had been discovered, and while the work had only just begun, all of Trollmarket could breathe a collective sigh of relief at the presence of their new champion and the assurance of the amulet’s continuity. 

Recorking the bottle, Vendel stepped over and placed it on the corner of his work table. Part of him longed to pour the contents into a flagon, spend all evening sipping and savoring the fine taste, but he couldn’t allow himself such luxury just yet.

The new Trollhunter’s training had to begin immediately. Vendel didn’t dare to dream that they were close to Kanjigar’s level of skill, but surely they couldn’t be as young as some of the rumors claimed–

A soft thudding echoed in from the hall, Venedel swiftly replacing the mead in its hiding place, glancing over just in time to see AAARRRGGHH lumbering into the dwell with a large noisy sack clutched in one hand.

“Humans,” AAARRRGGHH pointed his free hand at the sack, its contents shouting and squirming within the canvas “Caught,”

“Get your foot out of my face!”

“Your elbow’s in my gut!”

“Hang on hang on hang on, I’ve got a swiss army keychain–”

In an instant the pleasant tingle from the mead evaporated “You brought the humans here!?”

AAARRRGGHH blinked, glancing back and forth between Vendel and the sack with a deeply uncomfortable expression. Vendel bit back a groan.

AAARRRGGHH was far from a foolish troll, indeed one did not rise to the rank of general by being a half wit, but his tendency to follow tasks he was given to the letter rather than using his own intuition to follow through often led to problems, problems that often lead Vendel to headaches.

“Well no matter, take them to the surface and–”

A loud ripping sound startled Vendel into silence, glancing over just in time to see a wide split open up in the side of the bag and four humans come tumbling out, landing on the floor in a heap of yelps and grumbles.

AAARRRGGHH blinked down at them then looked up at Vendel helplessly.

Vendel pinched the stone between his eyes and grumbled a curse, muttering at AAARRRGGHH in common trollish.

“Stand in front of the entrance so they can’t leave the dwell,”

Chasing after a bunch of stray humans was the last thing Vendel wanted to do right now. They’d gather them back up once they had more hands to help them do it. For now they’d just ensure that they didn’t run loose in the market.

AAARRRGGHH nodded back at him before subtly shuffling to the side and blocking off the cave entrance. The humans appeared to take no notice, clamoring to their feet and starting to very noisily explore their surroundings.

“Holy shish kebabs, what is this place!?”

“Where are we….”

“It looks like some kind of underground workshop,”

“I see feldspar– holy heck is that entire wall citrine!?”

Vendel pointedly ignored the humans as they spread out throughout his dwell, biting his tongue even when they started to fiddle with his tools and thumb through his manuscripts with their grimy, fleshy fingers. Any attention he gave them would only serve to rile them up even further. The best thing to do with the humans was ignore them until–

A soft poke in his side had Vendel whipping around with a glare, sending one of the humans, stout with orange hair, hastily scurrying away from him.

Merlin give him patience, was it too much to ask to have the new Trollhunter’s advent go smoothly–

“Vendel I hope you’ve prepared yourself,” Blinkous’ voice echoed in from the entrance tunnel “Our Trollhunter is here!”

AAARRRGGHH stepped to the side, allowing Blinkous and a smaller figure in shining silver armor to step into the dwell.

“Allow me to introduce our new Trollhunter, Jim! Son of Bah-bu-rah,”

Vendel had hoped the claims of the Trollhunter’s youth were exaggerations, the amulet of Daylight couldn’t truly choose a whelp. But to his horror the Trollhunter appeared exactly as young as witnesses claimed.

He fought to keep a grimace off his face. He needed to keep his composure, if only for the sake of the trolls around him. But titans below it was obscene to see that armor wrapped around such a youngster. Soft looking stone, tusks and horns blunted, Vendel had half a mind to grab this Jim by the scruff and drag him back to his parents–

Vendel gripped his staff and pulled in a discreet breath to steady himself. What’s done was done, a Trollhunter chosen is never unchosen, as scandalous as their new hunter’s age was the only thing to do was to provide him training and–

“Guys!” Jim raced into the dwell, wide smile splitting his face, and to Vendel’s shock the humans scurried up to meet him.

“I’m so glad you’re all ok!”

“I’m glad you got away from tall dark and ugly,”

There was more chatter among the five of them, four humans and one troll, but Vendel heard none of it. Turning swiftly towards Blinkous, who’s utterly hang jawed expression told him that he was just as shocked at this development as Vendel was.

From what he’d understood the humans just happened to be in the area and ran into Bular, at which point the new Trollhunter jumped in to defend them. But seeing them interact so…so carelessly…

The sout human prodded their elbow into the Trollhunter’s side, the Trollhunter barking out a laugh and swatting their shoulder. All five still smiling and relaxed.

They’d met long before this night, precisely how long ago Vendel couldn’t say, but long enough that the Trollhunter trusted them implicitly, more than any troll should ever trust a human. Vendel’s stomach started to develop a painful pinch, just what sort of upbringing had this stripling been through that would encourage them to form such inappropriate– 

“Where are they!?”

Booming footsteps echoed in from the tunnel, startling the humans and young hunter into silence, Blinkous and AAARRRGGHH staggering back in shock, the groan that had been building in Vendel’s throat finally escaping.

Of course, fates forbid he only have to deal with one dilemma at a time.

Draal shoved his way past Blinkous into the dwell, red eyes narrowing when they spotted the smaller troll wrapped in armor.

Jim and the humans stiffened under the scrutiny.

“So you’re the new Trollhunter…” Draal said with a growl, prowling around him.

“Uhhh……” Jim looked down at himself and jerked his shoulders up and down “I guess?”

Draal snorted, coming up to Vendel’s side “They’re clearly too young, the amulet should be borne by a full grown troll, not a whelp like this,”

A sentiment Vendel certainly didn’t disagree with, but the fact was there simply wasn’t anything he or anyone else could do to change things.

 He reached up and clapped a hand on Draal’s shoulder, forcing the younger troll to lean down and look him in the eyes “Draal, you know as well as I do that a troll chosen by the amulet is never unchosen. And while this choice might be…unconventional we must–”

“Excuse me,”

Both Vendel and Draal glanced down to see one of the humans, brown skin and dark hair with a streak of blue, approaching them.

“Hey there, so I noticed you guys toss the words ‘troll’ and ‘Trollhunter’ around a lot. I was just wondering if you could explain a bit what they mean?”

Vendel opened his mouth but Draal beat him to it.

“We are trolls,” Draal said with a growl “I’m a troll,” he pointed towards himself “He’s a troll,” a thumb towards Vendel “They are all trolls!” a hand thrown in the direction of Blinky, AAARRRGGHH, and Jim.

“Wait…” Jim slowly pulled himself to full height, raising a hand to point inwards towards his own chest “That’s what I am? The stone skin and the horns make me a…troll?”

One of Draal’s eyes twitched.

“Correct,” he whipped an arm up and stabbed a finger in his direction “And that amulet and the armor it summons belong to the Trollhunter,”

“Ok…wow, so I’m a troll…”

“Guess you’ll have to return all your were-gargoyle business cards,” the dark skinned human said with a laugh. 

“Wait, you have a Troll-hunter?” the blue haired human spoke up again “Because if you’re all trolls does that mean you hunt yourselves or–”

They were cut off by a huff and a snarl from Draal, the troll’s patience clearly at an end “How much longer must these fleshbags remain here?”

“Hey I don’t call you gravel face don’t call me fleshbag…” the human with the longest hair muttered.

“Quite right,” Blinkous stepped forward, holding another large sack in front of him “Alright, everyone in, we’ll have you back to the surface in no time,”

None of the humans moved, eyeing the bag uneasily, Jim stepped past them, situating himself between the humans and Blinkous.

“Ok, no bags here,”

“Human feet have never sullied the stones of Trollmarket!” Draal said with a growl.

“Ok, wow, can’t believe you just said that,” the dark skinned human said.

“Look,” Jim moved until he was standing between Draal and the humans “The five of us are a package deal here. So no more ‘fleshbag’ talk or throwing people into sacks,”

Draal growled while Vendel was taken aback.

The Trollhunter’s behavior towards their humans, how casual they were with each other…. He had a sinking feeling that the stripling’s upbringing was more enmeshed in human society than any proper troll’s should be. Perhaps this was why the amulet had called to him, to lead him away from the humans kingdoms of the surface and back underground where he belo–

“Humans have no place in our hallowed home,” Draal snarled “As the one wearing that amulet you should desire to uphold the sanctity of Trollmarket more than any other,”

“But I’m human,” Jim blurted out.

The eye of every troll in the dwell landed on him in an instant, strained silence filling the dwell.

“Hah!” Blinkous forced out an awkward laugh “Our new Trollhunter is a jokester, such a delightful spirit,”

“He is clearly unwell and unfit to wield the amulet!”

“Maybe humans….stay?”

Vendel buried his forehead in his hand. Gorgus help him this was going to be a long night.

“Oh right,” Jim snapped his fingers “Toby do you have the–”

“On it,” the stout human pulled something out of his bag and pointed it towards the Trollhunter. He gave the object a click, bathing the Trollhunter in violet light.

Wonderful, their new Trollhunter was a whelp who’d clearly spent far too many of his formative years with humans who’d filled his head with all sorts of nonsensical ideas. Was it the world that had gone mad or just him–

There was a shift, so subtle Vendel thought he imagined it; then, slowly but surely, a change swept over the Trollhunter.

Stature shrinking, horns receding away, blue stone turning soft and pink.Vendel’s mouth going dry as he watched the transformation unfold before his eyes.

Now it was not a troll but a human that stood before them, still wrapped in the shining armor of the Trollhunter, amulet of Daylight affixed to their chest.

Vendel was millennia old, he’d dealt with many challenges that left him frustrated, disgruntled, or even exhausted, but for the first time in more centuries than he could remember Vendel found himself chilled to the bone.

The human spread their arms, armor clinking as they did–

Blasphemous, heretical, to have that sacred armor worn by one who could twist themselves between stone and flesh–

And let out a small laugh “Tah dah…”

No one moved; Blinkous, AAARRRGGHH, and Draal staring at the Trollhunter in frozen horror. An emotion Vendel himself was also feeling in just as great a measure, but he didn’t let the terror and revulsion paralyze him as he rushed to Blinkous’ side, leaning down to hiss in his ear.

“Go get a gaggletack now!”

[darklordofthesimp]

THIS WAS A SUBMISSION BY THE AMAZING AND TALENTED @komorebiiiiiiii and it leFT ME SOBBING SO THANKS GREMLIN CHILD FOR THE TEARS.

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this deleted the first time so let’s go

i’m doing it in my notes like u said ma

GRRRRRATATAATATAAAA

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The bloodied handprints on white birch trees was the only nuance of Sunshines dying body, residing in the deeps of foliage, surrounded by the blues of Petunias and crimson of her spilt veins.

The mission had gone to utter shit, Graves betrayal stung. Chasing her out of safety and into the deeps of the forest.

A shadow had followed her without her realising, the fog of her tears impairing her vision.

She had stopped to breathe, resting for just a second before trekking forward, when the shadow had struck. Aiming their dagger for her neck, but she had felt it, sixth sense kicking in and stepping out of the way last second, twisting her body and putting a bullet in the fuckers skull before her could do more damage.

Las Almas was crawling with the things, Graves ordering a kill on sight for any member of 141.

The shadows body stopped limply, pushing both her and the corpse into a cluster of Petunias.

Hence where she was now. Kicking the body away from herself, attempting to push back up, to no avail. Arms giving out on her and falling to her wound. The gash in her side spewing a deep burgundy nto the delicate blue petals.

It almost felt poetic, the pretty flora glistening with blood and the dew of an old rain.

She sat against a fallen tree trunk behind her, panicked fingers scouring her pockets for her small first aid kit. Finding it tucked into one of her self sown patches, she places it to her side.

Pulling the emergency tabs on her vest, she sheds it like a second skin. Pulling of her shirt, it sticking sickeningly to her open wound.

Sunshine knew she should have called for help. Told anyone how the wound was getting no better. Her hands kept slipping and the tears kept coming. She stuffed her shirt into her mouth. Gathering her suture kit, the needle shook in her grasp. Blood coating a thick glove over her fingers.

She cried out into the fabric, tears streaming fast when she pulled the first stitch taught.

Gagging and sobbing, her heart working overtime to make up for the lost blood. She was getting weaker, she wouldn’t be able to stay awake for much longer.

The blood not flowing steady pools at her feet, was rushing past her ears. The ringing of tinnitus grew louder.

The winds screamed around her. Flora crying through the shake of leaves. Stars blinking in worrisome. The moon stared at her, ever watching. Waiting to see if anybody would come for her, if anyone was watching Sunshine like she was.

“Sunshine, how copy?”

Sunshine’s ministrations paused, she couldn’t take the fabric out of her mouth, or she would bite through her tongue.

His voice felt like a dying light. A promise of her survival that was really only leading her to a faster death.

“Sunshine, How copy.” She kept at it, stitch after messy stitch. Crying and coughing into her make-shift gag.

“Sunshine, answer god damn it!” He sounded frantic now. Gunshots heard on the receiving end of her comms.

Sunshine tightened the last stitch, breathing heavy through her nose, sniffling and almost suffocating herself.

Tying the last stitch in place, she pulled the ball of shirt out of her mouth, taking in gasping breathes and sobbing openly into the night sky.

The Moon flickered in and out of her vision, pitying the sight of her.

“Fuck, answer me!”

“I’m alive! I’m fucking,” She sobbed again, fuck she was going to die here. “‘I’m alive.”

Sunshine sounded weak. The sounds around her muffled as her adrenaline seeped out of her.

“Where are you.” Ghost sounded livid, livid but scared.

“I’m.. somewhere pretty?” She gave.

“He needs a location to get ta’ ya, lass.” Soap butted in.

“The.. woods?” Her speech slowed, delayed and hesitant. Almost confused with what she was saying.

She looked to the sky, her blood mixed with the body next to her, swimming around the pretty flowers.

She looked gorgeous here, moonlight hitting perfectly onto her face, the clearing she resided in surrounded her, isolating from the world outside.

There was a whistle of noise further down the hill, a tune she recognised faintly.

She whistled back, talking to the trees around her.

The whistles grew louder, and more frequent. She was losing breath. Her response getting shorter with each second.

The distinct sound of rustling gained her attention, a tall figure appearing through the thick bush of the forest. “Sunshine.”

“Ghost?”

“Sunshine.” He rushed towards her, taking in the gruesome sight of her near bear abdomen. The cut was deep, likely that of a dagger. The stitches were messy and terribly done. Barely doing what they’re supposed to by keeping the wound closed. But doing nothing for her comfort.

The flowers around her covered in her blood, shining in the pale moonlight.

He quickly grabbed the t-shirt discarded next to her, applying apt pressure to her wound. She groaned in pain.

“You really know how to treat a woman.”

He huffed, glad her humour hasn’t died. He clicked his comms.

“Found ‘er Soap.”

“How is she?”

She looked up at him expectantly. He averted his eyes.

“Not good.” He said lowly.

“I’ll try and get in contact with Price, call for evac to send out yer way.”

“Get ‘ere quick.”

“So you do like me?”

“I like you alive.”

Sunshine coughed a laugh, soft smile on her features.

A click was heard through the comms, signalling the disconnection from Soap, to call Price.

She feels like she’s dying. The stars showering him in a soft light.

He looks like he would be the man you meet in death. Greeting him in a friendly hello.

Her conscience was slipping from her. Ghost speaking sharp words. “Stay awake, soldier. That’s a fucking order.”

“I’m so tired L.T.”

“I know, sunshine. Stay awake for me.”

Her eyes fluttered, keeping them open was proving to be more and more difficult.

“Eyes on me, that’s it. Good.”

Sunshine’s eyes trained on him. The skull of his mask speckled with blood. Eyes a stunning depth to them. He looked pretty like this.

“You’re a real stunner, yknow that L.T?”

“Ah, all the more reason to keep your eyes open then, huh?”

“Mm, I like looking at you.”

“Jesus christ,” He breathed the phrase, dipping his head a little lower towards her. “,Don’t go saying stuff like this on me now. Wait until you’re all fixed up, aye?”

She smiled up at him dopey.

Her smile suddenly faded. She can’t be flirtin’ like this, he’s a taken man.

“You’re fucking stupid for hidin’ this from me, Sunny.” He scolded her softly, he was angry but she was so so weak in front of him.

“Didn’t wan’ seem weak.”

She glanced down at her wound, still covered by his scarred hands and rough fabric. “Fixed myself up dandy. Knew I din’ need help.”

“You did need help.”

He sighed, brows furrowing.

“You need to let me help you.”

A sudden pang of pain shoots up her side and she coughs, body tensing. The tears slowly starting again. She felt pathetic.

“I don’t wann’ die, Simon.”

“I want someone to go home to.”

“I wanna go home.” She whines the word, sobs it even. She hiccuping again and with every movement it causes pain. Spilling more tears. It’s an endless, ugly cycle. He was watching her spiral until her body would eventually give out.

“Sunshine.” His voice was firm, a stability in her shaking mind.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

She counted her breaths, lining them up with his. He waited patiently for her to calm down.

A silence settles over them. The soft assurances she’s alive, and her responses equally as soft.

“What do you think about Birdy?”

He stuttered, cringing at the question.

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s someone worth coming home to?,”

She paused, soft eyes lifting up to him.

“You think she’s someone you’d come home to?”

She’s not jealous, understanding more so. The heart wants what it wants. Not his fault if he wants Birdy. And who was she to deny him? He hated her. Worse then anyone ever had. She would do nothing to stop it if he ever perused Birdy. Because she wanted someone who understands him. Who knows him like Birdy does to love him. She’s not that.

It was a harmless question, but it struck him nauseous. It was a sore spot for him, but anything to keep your slipping conscious put.

“No. She’s not mine to come home too.”

“Oh.”

“And even if she was, I don’t think I would want that. I don’t think she’s my endgame.”

He’s looking at her like she’s something to pray to. The light to everything bad about himself. Like being even near you betters him as a man.

“Why?” Soft, doe like.

Evac arrives, Fussing over your injury and whisking you away before he can respond. Two medics wheeling you off, while two more check your vitals.

He sighs, shuddering while he drags a hand across his mask.

“Because she’s not you.”

[liss-art]

Naruto adoration post!

[battle-of-the-jrwi-aus]

Wanna see what these aus about? See the summaries and check the tags for the posts! I reblog every piece of propaganda I'm @'d in!

Sunshine au

Poketide au

[bombfuse]

Oh yeah this was an old concept for the SUNSHINE au

[pumpkinnning]

hi I wrote something else to give myself a break from the winter madness, it's a short and summery sebchal one shot in which they're also magicians but a lot happier :

sunshine, starflowers, salamander root

enjoy 🌱☀️🛸

[federthenotsogreat]

Fawful Month day 19: ☀️AU

Fawful from the Sunshine AU! I always wanted to give him a proper design and this was the perfect opportunity!

In this AU of mine, Fawful survives the events of BIS and slowly learns to accept his new life while simultaneously learning to let go of his past, something that he did get to do, but wasn't really fleshed out in my BIS headcanon!

With this design I wanted Fawful to look different, yet still recognizable. I really wanted his clothes to be wide and his hair to look a biiiit more messy, to show that he's now a lot more carefree and relaxed!

I actually really like talking about this so thank you for that prompt. I'll make proper art of it someday :3

[adulting-sucks]

tell me all about New James Mace series, please

So, I owe @resurrectedlily a lot for this. She helped me come up with the idea.

Mace and Reader are forensic scientists, Reader new to the team. Mace is grumpy and didn't sign up to babysit, however slowly he comes to realize how smart and amazing he thinks she really is.

Mace is fighting his own demons, trying to accept there are some crimes he will never solve. The series will focus on his own battles and boogie men, and how he handles the possible loss of reader at a few points.

@sarahdonald87 here’s the Mace story!

[wings-of-flying]

some more random sunshine au (edyn swaps with gill) things before i go sleep cause my mind is going feral rn:

chip stays a bit of a bastard throughout and his real true bastard arc lasts a little longer cause edyn isn't as focused on morality as gill

edyn fully believes niklaus is just a good guy trying to help out until like the desire island and edison stuff is revealed

cause edyn's quite a bit older than the guys, especially chip, they worry she's gonna take the role as leader (and by they worry i mean chip worries) but she's actually fine not being the captain. she doesn't even really want to be a pirate at first, but then she's sort of won over to the idea. they still all become co-captains in the edison arc

whilst edyn is quite protective of ollie, she doesn't particularly mind about chip keeping him along for so long cause she's more focused on find out what's happening with gill, with the navy and with her being the sun champion

felipe ends up hating chip after chip pulled from the deck of many things. same sort stuff happens, except he leaves earlier cause chip isn't taking no shit

edyn sketches all the time and ends up drawing all the crew members. to begin with she draws chip slightly wrong and exaggerates his annoyingness cause she lowkey doesn't like him, but after a while she stops with that. she draws gillion sometimes, but only rarely cause it's painful thinking about all the ways she's failed him. she draws jay the most

[chattyghostlovesyou]

✨self-promoting time✨

I have ao3 account where I definitely will post smth (maybe in English cause I'm forgetting russian grammar) after the semester ends. for now there're a short fivan romcom and a Darkolai с вайбами Мельницы. also there is an old acc I lost access to, where most of my works are: a few sunshine grindeldore things, a bunch of lil fluffy romance

secondly, I have twitter for shorter and more casual thoughts, usually in russian. I actually mainly post there

and now telegram to shitpost about one piece

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 8

<Previous Next>

Ao3

“So yeah that’s basically everything, you have any questions?”

Barbara sat in the driver’s seat, fingers locked around the steering wheel even though the keys were in her pocket. Staring out the windshield into the dark parking lot. Wondering exactly what choices she’d made in her life that had brought her here.

When she finally got back in contact with the kids after over an hour of radio silence they’d promised her a full explanation. Wanting both to hear that and reassure herself of their safety, Barbara had all but raced to the canal to pick them up. When she’d gotten there they requested that she stop at a parking lot so they could explain things in detail before she dropped them off at their homes.

She’d now been sitting in the back of the Walmart parking lot for well over an hour. Long enough for Mr. Scott to send a text querying when his daughter would be home.

She really shouldn’t leave him on Read for so long but honestly Barbara was still trying to put her brain back together.

“So…” she sucked in a deep breath and drummed her fingers on the wheel “You’re a troll…”

A single blue eye peered out of the trunk, peeking at her past the partially folded seat “Yep, that’s what I am alright,”

Barbara looked at him in the rearview mirror with her mouth pressed into a thin line. She still wasn’t thrilled about Jim riding in the car that way, but the fact remained that with all six of them there just weren’t enough seat belts to go around. And if they were in an accident Jim was the least likely to get hurt and the most likely to inadvertently hurt someone else. That and watching him tear his way out of the locked trunk of a junker last summer killed all her protests.

That was what her brain choosing to focus on instead of the many many very shocking things they’d all just told her. 

“So let me get this straight. Jim is a…troll. Another troll tried to…attack you…”

Another thing Barbara couldn’t let herself think about for too long without getting heart palpitations.

“Because that amulet you have belongs to the Troll…hunter, and you were saved by two other trolls that took you into an underground city full of trolls,”

“Yeah that’s what happened alright,” Mary mumbled.

Barbara didn’t say anything else, just kept straight ahead at the parking lot, brightly lit with streetlights, empty save for her car, two trucks, and a smart car. All of these ordinary things somehow existing in the same world as trolls and magic and underground cities and�� oh what the hell, maybe unicorns to!?

She tightened her grip on the wheel and pulled in a deep breath through her nose, if she didn’t focus on her deep breathing she was going to scream.

God she wanted to call Rose right now.

Instead of voicing any of that she cleared her throat and only spoke when she was sure her voice would be even “So what exactly is this Troll-hunter, because if Jim and the…others are trolls does that mean Jim is supposed to…hunt them?”

“We’re not sure,” Claire spoke up from the back seat “When we showed them that Jim was human Blinky and the spiky troll started freaking out. So the old troll kinda chased us out the door. But he made us promise to come back tonight,”

“Ok,” Barbara let out a heavy breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and dispel the oncoming tension headache “Ok…”

“Mom?” Jim poked his head a little further out of the trunk “You ok?”

I’m the parent, you're the children, children who were nearly hunted down by an angry troll– Trolls, which are real apparently, I should be asking you that

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she turned back to face her passengers again “How are you all doing?”

Darci twidled her thumbs “Ok…ish,”

“Yeah okish pretty much sums it up,” Toby shifted in the passenger’s seat to face her “Really glad tall dark and spooky didn’t get us, but still kinda freaking out a bit inside. The whole learning about the secret society living right under our feet thing takes a bit to sink in,”

“We should get more answers tomorrow night,” Claire added.

Barbara pressed her lips together but said nothing. She didn’t like how the kids just assumed she’d let them all go back to the mysterious underground troll city.

Especially since right now she couldn’t come up with any good arguments to stop them.

“We can make plans for tomorrow night after we’ve all got some sleep,” Barbara pulled the keys out of her pocket and started the engine “Right now we need to get you kids home,”

They all either nodded or made sounds of assent at that.

“Remember guys,” Mary said loudly “Our cover story is we were hanging out at Jim’s place and lost track of time playing Go Go Sushi,”

“Got it,”

“Affirmative,”

“Understood,”

“Crystal clear,”

Barbara bit back a heavy groan as she pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Trolls.

Secret Cities.

Cover stories.

Just what had her life become?

Focusing on turns and street signs was easier to think about. Darci’s house was closest and was the first one they stopped at. Less than ten seconds after Barbara’s car pulled to a stop at the curb the door swung open and Louis came striding out. 

Darci hopped out of the car and bounded up to him “Hi dad!”

“Hey there pumpkin,” he flashed her a wide smile “How was your evening?”

“Good, we really got sucked into Go Go Sushi,”

“Alright,” Louis turned his gaze towards Barbara, warmth sliding away into cool amiability “I take it you also lost track of time?”

Her throat tightened “Yes, sorry about that, I was busy and didn’t notice how long the kids were playing their videogames,”

Louis nodded “No worries, it happens,”

Barbara didn’t let out the breath she was holding until Louis and Darci were inside their house and she was already driving away. Dropping off Claire and Mary went similarly, with their parents mercifully skipping the third degree–

No, that wasn’t fair. It had been first or second degree at the worst. And it wasn't as though he wasn’t completely justified with his suspicions. If it had been her and Jim in that position Barbara knew she would have been even more skeptical and less polite.

Pulling into the end of their cul de sac, Toby hopped out and ran up to his house. Barbara watched and made sure he made it inside before pulling into their garage.

Barbara killed the engine the second they were inside, slumpling back in her seat and shutting her eyes, a shuttering sound in her ears as the garage door shuffled closed behind her.

“Mom?”

From the backseat she heard the soft slide of Jim folding down the seat, shuffling sounds as he crawled out of the trunk “Are you ok?”

The knee jerk response–

I’m fine hon

Rose up in the back of her throat, but Barbara bit it back before it could escape.

She shouldn’t unload all her stress and worries onto her teenage son, but she shouldn’t pretend everything was fine and dandy when they both knew it wasn’t either.

“I…I’m worried, this is all a lot to take in,”

“Oh yeah,” Jim let out a chuckle and a gusty exhale “I’m right there with you on that one,” 

Despite the situation Barbara felt a tiny smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Finding it in her to push away from the seat and turn to face him.

“I don’t like the idea of you kids being in danger, or going back to a secret troll city by yourselves,”

She had to fight back an inappropriate laugh at the half stunned half affronted look on Jim’s face, could already hear the protest he was forming, and cut him off before it could leave his mouth. 

“Which is why I’ll be coming with you,”

Jim’s went blank, eyes going wide and mouth gaping op “Oh…I mean…are you sure you’re up for it?”

This time she did laugh, twisting back to playfully punch Jim in the shoulder “Kiddo there’s not a single thing you or any other troll in this city can do to stop me from looking after my son. And if that means going to an underground city, well hand me my pickaxe and headlamp,”

Jim huffed a laugh again “Ok but…it’s…it’s kind of a lot down there, so if you want to sit it out…”

“Not a chance, we’re in this together, and any troll that wants a piece of you is going to get a taste of my krav maga first,”

Jim chuckled at that, and Barbara smiled back.

[rosemaidenvixen]

Oh my gosh it's the baby! I love how you draw the development of his horn shape from rounded to curved. Not to mention his expressions are just killing me. Gonna just go ahead and stare at this for the next seven hours.

Rereading @rosemaidenvixen 's sunshine au gave me inspiration. This fanfic is amazing. I reread it every few months and impatiently wait for new chapters.

I'm not good with describing my feelings and thoughts

[yuutaguro]

[papamin au 🐅 ] birthday surprise 🎂

[battle-of-the-jrwi-aus]

sunshine au (edyn and gill swap)

Creator: @wings-of-flying

Campaign: Riptide

Links: explanation post "sunshine au"

Summary!

instead of gillion joining the albatrio and becoming a riptide pirate, edyn does

Additional propaganda!

link to very long post where i explain it: https://www.tumblr.com/wings-of-flying/714613463099621376/okay-okay-okay-so-my-laptop-cannot-keep-up-with?source=share essentially edyn finds out something about the goddesses but a deal with niklaus makes her forget. she joins the albatrio with the intent of searching for her brother who was sent away with the navy, but ends up getting on with chip and jay (after an argument with chip about her not telling them her brother was the chosen one). eventually she realises she's the sun champion. also she's a warlock with niklaus as her patron