#The son line but it’s Blinky’s dying breath

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

So RoTT definitely exists

I’ve seen a couple things here or there that do intrigue me, and could make me consider it cool/interesting, but given the plot stuff and implications and generally everything I doubt I’ll ever watch it (unless I become determined to watch the whole franchise for the heck of it, but probably not)

Anyway, I’d been listening to songs from the httyd soundtracks (plus some Kung Fu Panda ones) and was thinking

“THIS. Dreamworks is capable of works of art. If ToA had done a movie like THIS that would’ve been awesome”

but then I saw this addition to a post

@slumbergoblin

and remembered

yeah that would’ve been pretty on-brand for Dreamworks

[gojos-thot-patrol]

listen .. i could go off all day about sukuna’s little family but but please thoughts of little baby boy and his bottom eyes haven’t opened yet and his mom is waiting excitedly because sukuna didn’t know his son wouldn’t be able to open his four eyes for the first 6 months of his life!! wondering how long it took him!!! big surprise when those little blinky eyes are mommy’s 🤭

SKIHDKHDKGSLHDOYDOY

Two lines of soft, whispy eyelashes. That was the only thing that marked the two little lines under your son's wide wondrous eyes as eyes. He as already 6 months old, and yet he still refused to open them.

"Give him time Darling, he'll open them when he's ready" Sukuna reminded you gently when he caught you gently caressing your sleeping baby's cheek, no doubt looking at those eyelashes.

"I know, I know im just...I'm so excited!" You confessed, "You said he'd open them any day now, I'm dying to know what they look like..."

"They're probably going to look like his eyes" Sukuna chuckled softly. This wasn't him being an ass either. Your son had bright, crimson red eyes that perfectly matched his fathers. Eyes that he used to take in the world with bright excitement and wonder. It was entirely reasonable to assume his second set of eyes would match his main set.

"Hey, your eyes don't match!" You reminded him, only for him to raise a questioning eyebrow at you. "Your second set has cat eye pupils."

"Oh please," he scoffed, rolling all four eyes. "Thats such a minor difference."

"Its still a difference!"

"Y/n, you're being-" he was cut off by the baby fussing in his bassinet, done with his nap and no doubt ready for lunch. Ryomen joined you by your side as you picked up the child, cradling him in your arms.

"Good morning sunshine!" You cooed softly. You watched as your sons eyes fluttered open, bright red irises greeting you. He giggled and kicked in your arms, ready to move and get back to the day.

And then those thin little eyelashes started to flutter. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt Ryomen wrap his arm around you-pulling you closer in anticipation.

Slowly, his secondary set of eyes fluttered to life. And your gorgeous eyes blinked back at you.

"Well I'll be damned-" Sukuna laughed softly as he looked at his sons mis-matched eyes. You squealed with delight as you bounced you baby.

"Yes!" You cheered, "finally! Something about you looks like me!" You celebrated, peppering your giggling sons face with kisses.

"Wait, is that why you've been so excited for him to open his eyes?!" Ryomen couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"Yes!" You laughed back, "I carried him for nine months, it wasn't fair he looked exactly like you!"

"Hey, it's not my fault my genes are stronger." He shrugged with a smug smirk. You blew a raspberry at him.

"You can say that all you want, but in the end he has my eyes." You hummed.

[vwildmage]

Trollhunters Gem AU - Cracked

Summary: Jim’s gemstone is cracked during the Battle of the Bridges, and he throws any semblance of humanity to the wind in order to finish the fight

Toby had watched as it happened.

When Jim was locked in combat with Bular under the bridge, the troll had picked him up and slammed him, gem-first, against one of the beams. The effect had been immediate. Jim’s entire body had flickered upon impact, a clear sign that his gem had been damaged.

They were too far away to help. They had only been able to watch as the Lapis Lazuli that had been chosen as Trollhunter struggled to fight off the vicious Gumm-Gumm, and watch they did. They saw as Jim out-maneuvered his enemy, stabbing him in the chest and sending him plummeting through burning sunlight and into the canal. Jim was victorious, but the ominous flickering of his form reminded them that he hadn’t emerged unscathed.

Toby was the first to race across the bridge, making a bee-line for the blue gem as he hauled himself over the railing. The trolls were not far behind, Blinky running as fast as his legs could carry him, and Arrrgh helping the injured Draal keep his balance. They stopped a few yards away, staring at Jim in something akin to horror.

“What’s happening to him?” Blinky spoke first, tone fraught with worry and distress. “What’s wrong? Is he injured?”

Toby stepped forward, reaching out to his friend. Jim was leaning heavily against the rail, one arm curled around his side and reaching for his gem. He wasn’t looking at them, didn’t seem to even hear them, but Toby could see the pain on his face.

“He’s cracked. His gem is cracked.” Toby’s voice was almost a whisper. With all of his focus on Jim, he didn’t see the varying levels of shock, fear, and concern that passed across the trolls expressions. Cracked...

The gems had informed them about their abilities, including the ability to survive the destruction of their physical forms as long as their gems remained intact. A cracked gemstone is a death sentence, they had said. Unless healed immediately, a cracked gem is soon to shatter. Once a gem is shattered, they’re gone for good.

A flash of movement caught them all off guard as an unfortunately familiar face made his presence known.

Why wasn’t he dead yet?!

Bular had been impaled by Daylight, fallen through a sunbeam, and overtaken by the rushing water below. Despite all of this, the son of Gunmar had come roaring back over the side of the bridge, hellbent on taking one of them out before dying himself.

Toby wrapped his arms around Jim and tried to drag him out of harms way. The movement gained the attention of dying Gumm-Gumm, and he lunged towards them, snarling. His strike sent the two Gems sprawling, leaving them open to another attack. Before Bular could go in for the kill, he found himself blocked by Arrrgh. The normally easygoing troll was growling with a ferocity to match his opponent’s, his eyes glowing with internal green light as he grappled with the other.

The entire bridge shook as something slammed against it. Toby stumbled for a moment, then found his footing and looked back at the scene before him. The water beneath them had surged violently upwards, tendrils splitting off and wrapping around Bular to tear him away from the bridge. Arrrgh backed away, surprised and wary. Everyone stared in shock.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you,” a distorted voice echoed through the air, and everyone whirled to look for it’s source. All eyes fell to the gleaming blue figure that stood a few paces away. Jim held himself upright, heedless of the glowing fractures that spread across his skin. Streams of water poured from his eyes and mouth, pooling around his feet in a puddle that remained undisturbed even as the wind began to pick up. Toby sucked in a breath he technically didn’t need, staring at his friend in near panic.

“Jim!” He called desperately. “Your powers! You’re going to break yourself!”

Jim ignored the cry, extending his left hand palm up, fingers curled slightly. The massive watery hand rose into the air in sync with his movements. Bular roared and thrashed as he was lifted, the liquid digits crystallizing into ice and constricting.

Jim’s other hand came up, extending against the flow of water in the canal. The flow stopped beneath the bridge, and an ominous bulge began to form behind them. Immediately downstream, a gap formed in the water, exposing solid concrete. The water hand and the figure it held rose higher, then stopped.

“You really are a pitiful sight,” he spoke calmly, almost emotionless. “The son of Gunmar himself, the one who has slain countless humans, trolls, and Trollhunters, reduced to this,” his expression darkened and his voice went cold. “You brought this on yourself.”

He brought his left hand down in a swift gesture, and the watery structure whipped downward. The water restraining the troll shifted in the blink of an eye, moving to hold him by one leg and leaving the rest of him unshielded from the rapidly approaching ground. Bular roared, defiant to the last. His cry of fury was cut off as he struck the concrete and shattered on impact. Jim waved his other hand sharply, and all of the water that had been held back behind the bridge came hurtling forward. The wave crashed violently down upon the pile of rubble that had been Bular, grinding the stones into pebbles and sand, and aggressively flinging them to be scattered for miles downstream.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the splashing of the water beneath them. Toby glanced worriedly towards the trolls, who were mute with shock and staring over the edge, and then turned and sprinted over to Jim’s side.

The Trollhunter was somehow still standing, but judging from the way he was swaying, he was on the verge of collapse. He was leaning against the rail, struggling to hold himself up, when the arm supporting his weight suddenly glitched, seeming to crumble and dissolve at the same time. Toby reached him just in time to keep him from fall onto his gem and cracking it further.

“Ow,” Jim muttered. Understatement of the century.

“Well, you didn’t do yourself any favors by exerting your power like that,” Toby snapped, drawing the attention of the others. Alright, that had come out a bit more harsh than he’d intended. His face held only worry for the blue gem, and he looped an arm around Jim’s back, trying to avoid his gem as he helped him to stand. “Come on, we need to-”

His words failed as Jim collapsed, legs dissolving just as his arm had. Toby had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out in worry. Once he was sure he wouldn’t, he tried for a joke. “Jim, now is not the time to go all melty on me. We’ve got stuff to do.”

The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to cast a quick look over at Blinky, who was the first to reach them, a look of barely contained panic on his face. Arrrgh and Draal were not far behind, expressions grim. They slowed to a halt a few paces away, as if afraid that their presence alone might cause more damage.

“Master Jim, are you... you’re...” Blinky’s words failed him as he reached towards his injured student. He turned to Toby with a pleading look. “Is he going to make it? Is there anything we can do?”

“You make it sound like I’m about to die,” Jim chuckled weakly. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m jus t ... t i r e d...” The flickering and glitching grew worse, and his voice faded into static.

Everyone flinched as Jim’s form gave out suddenly, bursting into a cloud that dissipated and left a cracked blue gemstone temporarily suspended in the air. Toby quickly reached forward and caught it as it fell. He stared at it for a moment, forlorn. Then he shook his head and bubbled his friend’s gem with care. He would not allow Jim to be shattered simply by accident.

Blinky looked distraught, as did Arrrgh. Draal was better at keeping his emotions hidden, but even he displayed sorrow and concern.

“There’s still time,” Toby murmured, sounding subdued despite the reassurance. “He needs healing though. He couldn’t even maintain his body, there’s no way he’ll be able to reform, not without the risk of shattering himself.”

“We can take him to Trollmarket. Vendel might-” Blinky began, but Toby shook his head.

“Vendel might know how to fix him, but we don’t know that for certain. There’s only one group on this planet that has a sure way to heal him.” The Topaz gazed at the damaged gem for a moment longer, then looked up at the trolls.

“We have to go to the Crystal Gems.”

Alright, it’s finally done! I will admit, I’m not entirely satisfied with this, but as I said before, we’ve got a storm front rolling in (it’s starting to move over us right now actually) and it’s going to get messy. I wanted to post this now because I won’t be able to do so if the power goes out (or if I die in a tornado). I might go over this again and edit it (if i’m still alive) and if I do, I’ll make a new post with a link to the edited version

[asustad]

☯ + fighting bular with the grit shaka and then it getting ripped off (rip crispy jim)

canon scenes ! 

            you  are   VENOMOUS  WITH  GLORY,   looking to the one they all cower in fear of and can do nothing but  laugh.  this  is the standard  -  what goes for the big,  bad  villains  of the real world?  oh,  how the underground must  ROT  with their chosen.  with  their  proud  picks.  how  ASHAMED  they must feel.  gunmar’s  son,  nothing but a pawn.  nothing but something to knock out of the game,  to  finish.  a task so simple you could do it in your sleep.  why were you ever afraid before  ?     today is the best day of your entire life.  you breathe in,  and oh,  the things that happen  when you are brave and decide not to run.  when it’s just  you  and the solid ground beneath your feet,  like something SACRED,  SUNLIT  FIERCE.   HONEST-TO-GOD  DIVINITY,   can’t they hear it in you?  can’t they recognize that you are something that has never existed before,  your limits did not exist.  you are eternity,  and you have arrived.   THIS?   THIS  IS  REBIRTH.  you have died without dying and came back,  fingernails clean. there is worry in you  -  but it doesn’t matter anymore, can’t they see? can’t they understand? they are so much better off now  -  you are  better  like this.  stronger,  faster,  more confident.  you hold your shoulders high and smirk  -  this world is yours. for protection, for the taking. there is nothing to fear here,  anymore.  never again.                 everything is forest-green,  victorious in splendor,  you are  WINNING.  there’s a confident slash,  your sword to edge just underneath bular’s eye.   ❛   oh,   ❜   it’s teasing, a taunt.   ❛  i bet that hur  -  ❜  something collides into you, and the world sinks into darkness.

     everything felt like it had shifted. and by shift, it  -  did a complete loop-de-loop, backflip, handstand, and then went back again for round two. eyes open, you try not to fall into unconsciousness.  it’s dark,  but there’s light.  a voice? and then   -  there’s something else. something  smashed  and  glittering  draws your attention in your mind, like a broken bottle on the side of the road but it means something. why does it mean something? why do you feel like you desperately need it ?                  (  oh no.  )              ❝     LOSE SOMETHING,   TROLLHUNTER  ?    ❞      something grips your heart and doesn’t let go. something rings in your head   -   dark,  simple   -    i’m going to die.  bular grins and fear crawls up your throat,  sends you back scrambling,  AFRAID.  without the grit shaka,  you were defenseless.  you were nothing,  without that strength.  you were just   -   you.  what a weak thing that felt like,  to be.    there’s toby and blinky and aaarrrgh,  but your fear is suffocating.  you have to get out of here. bular circles you like prey, and oh god, what about mom, what about tobes and claire and the trolls, who will be the next trollhunter, who will protect the town, who will  -  bular  slams  his sword down, breaking your line of thought.   breathe,  jim.   think.  you have to get out of here. but who are you without that confidence? without that ability?  still the trollhunter.  still a son, a  friend.  still resilient.  you’ve done this before,  you are BELIEVED IN.  you carry the sun in you, and this is your duty.  you will not let them down.        on defense,  bular’s tactics barely miss the armor.  but you are  AGILE,  even with the weight of the armor,  the weight of the world burdening your shoulders.   ❛  i lost the grit shaka  -   ❜    you stand tall,  sword in stone being ripped free from a bloody bargain.  you are legend,  even without the solid courage.  boys who behave like gods will die like one,  but you  -  you are human,  here.   human  and  afraid,   but  still  strong.   still  chosen.   still  you.     ❛  -  but i can still be brave.  ❜