#Toby troll hunters

[rickroll-25]

Idk I just thought baby Jim would be cute

[lightfin]

I’ve seen this done with the httyd cast, so I thought I’d do it with the TOA team.

In a future where dragons do return, I have each of the OG cast with their own dragon, most new species not seen by the surface before, as is tradition with new dragon riders.

I’ll let you guess each one’s classes.

And yes, Merlin has history with Dragons, but not the kind you think.

And Yes. Steve does get a dragon- he did request a Dragon quest.

[littlefanficprincess]

K.O in Arcadia

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Trollhunters x fem reader

Chapter: 0.5

Word count: 3k

Synopsis: A girl from the 12th century accidentally falls through a portal and finds herself in 21st century Arcadia.

A/n: A chapter for a fanfic I'm possibly gonna make when I'm finished with 9th grade Ladybug, if the fandom is still alive.

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You in- and exhale, closing your eyes. You were sitting on the hard wooden floor, holding your arms stretched out infront of you. On the floor before you was a spell circle, written with chalk.

"Eaptia epe obaprrr sef tmemlo"

The words escape your lips, they were almost burned into your brain. Your body gets a light white glow, objects around begin to float.

Morgana had given you the book to practice, as she herself was busy. Magic was forbidden in the kingdom. Morgana's use of it was only allowed, because she was the sister of king Arthur.

You slightly open one your eyes, peeking from behind your eyelid. Before you was a blue warpgate, where the spell circle used to be.

"Yes!" You cheer, you had been practicing that spell for a month. But your celebration was cut short by tugging at your dress. You grip the fabrics, trying to hold it back. Thing pulling on it was the warp gate, slowly pulling everything towards it.

In a blink of an eye, you get pulled in and fell through. Your (h/c) hair wave past your face as your body decends through...the sky? You could reach fast enough to land on your arms and legs, your body hits a field of grass.

You push your self up onto your knees, rubbing your sore arms. Your eyes scan the surrounding area, instead of your cozy home, you were met with a town filled with things you didn't regonise.

You stumbles into your feet, brushes the dust off your dress. You wander off the patch of grass and onto a big path of stone, above it was hanging a machine with colored lights. You wondered with green light mean, did it mean you could walk over.

Not even looking both ways, you walk across. You were able to get a glimpse of something heading your way, before it hit you. The next moment your vision went black.

{3rd pov}

The drive instructor's mouth falls open as the car stops, he had watched a teen hit the front of the car and falls onto the road.

"Oh no...Does this mean I failed?" The boy who was taking his exam asks, gripping the wheel tightly.

"Maybe I should fail you for being a worried about failing and not the person you just hit" The instructor scolds the teenage boy. He gets out of the car, checking on the unconscious girl. "She is just knocked out with a bruise, now your exam is to drive to the hospital".

(Your pov)

My eyes flicker open, being met very a very bright room. After I adjust to the brightness, I notice I was laying in a metal bed with white sheets. ‘Where am…’ suddenly the image of that machine entered my mind, reminding me what happened before I blacked out.

The door opens, grabbing my attention. Turn my gaze over to see a kind looking woman enter the room, holding a plank of wood with paper attached. She wrote something down on it, before looking at me. “You’re awake, that’s good. How are you feeling?” She asks.

I read the piece of paper on her coat ‘Dr. Lake’. “A bit light headed and sore, but I’m alright. Thank you, doctor Lake” I answer with a small smile.

“We weren’t able to find any ID on you. Can you tell me please your name?” Doctor Lake asks me, gripping the cillinder thing in her hand.

‘What is ID, does she mean idea?’ I think to myself. “(Y/n) (L/n)” I respond to her question.

{3rd pov}

Barbara writes down the girl’s name. Noting in her head that the girl’s attire seemed a bit odd, perhaps she does theatre. The ginger haired woman leaves the room and enters her office. She writes (L/n) in the hospital search form, surprised to see no results. Then she looked the girl’s name on a regular search engine, blank aswell. It made her question what was going on, so she returned to the hospital room.

She was met with (Y/n) sitting patiently in the bed, her left hand on the other. She was staring out the window, seeming to be looking at the sky. Barbara clears her throat, making (Y/n) turn to her. “I wasn’t able to find any files about you. Do you have your parents’ number?"

(Y/n) pauses, things rolling around in her mind. She didn't believe she was in a different country, or atleast a country that was close to England. The doctor spoke the same language as her, just with a different accent. She must've been brought to the future because of the time warp gate, most likely atleast a hundred years.

"I... don't remember, I only remember my name" She lied, it was beter than trying to explains that came through a portal.

'Did the blow of the car give her Amnesia?' Barbara theorizes, writing it down on her clipboard. "I'm going to organize something, I'll be back" She walks out of the door once again.

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For the time being, (Y/n) was placed in a program to reside with a family. The hospital hoped that she would recover her memory or that they were able to find anything about her.

{Your pov}

I stand infront of the house I was told to go. Doctor Lake had told me I was going to live with the Nuñez family, Mrs. Nuñez being a council woman of Arcadia. I was just hoping that they were friendly.

Slowly reaching towards the front door, I knock onto the door. I watch as the door opens, revealing a woman with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. She greets me with a smile "You must be (Y/n), come in".

Doing as she requested, I walk in. I hear her close the door behind me, as I turn my gaze around the home. It felt sleek and more one whole than I am used to.

I look over to see a baby jumping up and down in round swing looking thing. Walking over to them, I crouch down to get to their level. I couldn't help but chuckle when I see the baby reaching their chubby hands towards me. I had to stop myself from kissing his cute little face.

"That is my son Enrique, he is only a few months old" Mrs Nuñez introduces the small baby boy, walking to the kitchen. "My daughter and husband are at school and work right now, they should be back soon. You can find your bedroom, it is the white door. You came earlier than I was expecting"

I couldn't help but be curious on how my room would look like. I snuck upstairs, stopping at the white door. It was right to a purple door, which I assume belongs to the daughter.

Opening the door, I was met with an almost empty room. There was a bed with white sheets, an empty closet and a desk. I take a seat, it was quite comfortable. My fingers trace across the wrinkles of the sheets.

I could hear down below the door opening. "Mom, I'm home!" A voice calls out. The person and Mrs. Nuñez talk about something, but I wasn't able to understand clearly what they were saying. Not long after that, someone came walking upstairs. The person gently knocks on my room.

I open it, peeking out of it. Standing there was a teen girl, with dark brown hair with a dark blue streak in it. There were different colored accessories in her hair, reminding me of a rainbow. She was wearing a dark purple jacket, a lighter purple sweater with a skull on it. Under it she wore a skirt, with leggings under it.

"My mom didn't tell me someone was going to stay with us. My name is Claire, by the way. You must be (Y/n)" The girl introduces herself, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"That's me" I push the door further open, grabbing her hand and gently shaking it. "I hope you don't mind me having around. You already have your parents here and your little brother""Not really, I would be nice having another person around my age here" Her eyes lowers, inspecting my outfit. "Is that a twelfth century dress?"

I pause, realising I have to come up with an excuse. "Well...um, I don't remember a lot. But I think I liked theatre, maybe I was in a play" I like through my teeth, fiddling with my loose sleeve.

Claire's face lights up at the mention of it, she leaned in closer to me. "I love theatre! What is your favorite? Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet..." She trails off when she was my confused expression. "Right, you don't remember much. I got a little over-excited"

"It's nothing, I also get pretty overjoyed when hearing one of my interests. If don't mind asking, what time period are we in currently?" I question the girl.

"It's 2016, why do you ask?" Claire's expression becomes worried, her eyebrows furrow. "Are you feeling alright? You look pretty pale"

'Nine-hundred years...I am that far into the the future?' My head begins to feel light as I feel the shock. I feel myself falling back, until my head hit the floor.

BONK

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After that embarrassing accident. Me, Clair and Mrs. Nuñez had gone to shopping to get clothes appropriate to this century. It was getting used to wearing softer and lighter fabrics, it felt easier to move.

[Keeping it vague on purpose]

I was inrolled into school, Arcadia Oak High. I stroll over the sidewalk, a bag slung across over my shoulder. Claire walked next to me, talking about a book she had read. From what I've seen, she was pretty responsible, even with all the pressure her mother puts her on.

I noticed two girls standing not that far away from us, seeming to be waiting for us. One had medium black hair, while the other had brown curly hair. "Hey C-bomb" The girl with curly hair's eyes shift to me "Who this? She seems new"

"(Y/n), pleasure" I chime, holding my hands togheter. They seemed a bit confused, was I too formal?"

"She is staying with me for a bit, I hope you don't mind her hanging around us" Claire mentions, breaking the akward tension.

"Not at all, I am Mary by the way" The black haired girl pulls out a 'phone'. Mr Nuñez had given me one not to long ago. I don't fully understand what it does, a feature was it could call upon a person from a far distance.

Mary pushes the phone in my face, on it were images of food and herself. "Can I get your Instagram? So I can add you" She asks.

My eyebrows furrow. "Insta...gram?" I mumble, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Perhaps it was the thing on her phone, it was something that formated images in a certain way.

Noticing that the confused gases has return, I clear my throat. "I just got a phone for the first time, I'm not really familiar with that" I explain myself.

"No way!" Mary slings her arm around my shoulder, pulling me along towards school. "During break, I am going to teach everything you need to know about the internet. You have a lot to catch up on"

"I think she is going fit right in" I hear the other girl say to Claire behind me, I hope she's right.

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While the girls had head to class, I had to go to the 'principle's office'. He was a nice man, he was throwing around slang I don't even think he understands. He gave me directions on where my first class way, along with s sheet with all my classes. Luckily I was in the same class as Claire, Mary and Darci (who's name I learned), first class was history by Mr. Strickler.

I stand before the classroom door, waiting for the right moment. I calm my nerves, knocking on the door. I hear a calm voice respond "Come in", my cue.

Pushing the door open, I was met with an older man and a bunch of teens staring at me. It felt a bit akward, It isn't a usual thing to have that many eyes on me.

"Introduce yourself, they don't bite" Mr. Strickler jokes, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. His remark made me relax more.

I walk over, standing before the class. I noticed Claire sitting near the front, who gives me a small wave. I smile, waving back. I look up, ready to talk. "My name is (Y/n), it's nice to meet you all" I greet, keeping the smile on my face.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" Mr. Stricker chimes in. "Since you seem already acquainted with Ms. Nuñez, you can take a seat next to her" He instructs.

I nod, sitting down at the desk next to Claire. It went a lot easier than I was expecting, let's hope the rest of high school will be this easy. My lips purse as I feel a pair of eyes at me, but I ignore the feeling.

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Toby and Jim walk out of the classroom as the lesson had wrapped up. Toby was talking Jim's ears off about a game he began playing.

They walk outside, heading towards their lockers. Jim spots the new girl talking to the principal, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"Can't Ms. Nuñez show you around?" The principal questions the (h/c)nette.

"She is busy with practice, it's really important to her" (Y/n) answers, fiddling with her fingers. She didn't remember exactly what the girl was practicing for, she thought it was a play.

It seemed like Toby was listening aswell. He jabs his best friend in the side, whispering "Dude, I have the greatest idea right now. If you give her a tour, you get good in Claire's book"

Jim scratches the back of his head. "I don't know, Toby. Isn't it a little shallow to just use her to get close to Claire?" He asks the shorter teen.

Toby didn't seem to listen. He grabs Jim by the arm, dragging him along. "We'll do it, principal" He says, raising his hand.

Turning towards the two students, a pleasant expression appears on the principal's face. "Ah, Domzalski, Lake. I'll be leaving her in your hands, don't get her in trouble" The old man laughs, before walking off.

(Y/n) looks at the two students, smiling innocently. She had to make sure to not accidentally reveal something she shouldn't, the fact that she was from a whole 'nother century or her magic.

'This is going to be a piece of cake' Toby thinks confidently, crossing his arms.

'Lord, have mercy on me' Jim tries his best to not palm his own face off.

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"English, Math, Biology, Spanish, History, P.E and lunch is my favorite" Toby jokes, getting a chuckle out of (Y/n). "Never forget to do your Spanish homework, or you'll be facing the wrath of Mr. Uhl"

(Y/n) looks over to the blue eyes boy, who seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered what could be going through his mind. "Do you anything to tell me about this school?" She spoke, snapping him out of it.

"Um, well...Mr. Strickler is pretty cool, I guess" Jim mutters. He didn't have much time to think of something to say. He was too busy wondering what was so off about the new girl, she seemed pretty normal. He squints his eyes as he notices something, he swore a spark in her in her eye.

"Do I have something on my face?" (Y/n) tilts her head, seeing that he was staring a little too long.

Jim shakes his head. "Nothing, it's nothing" He answers, just pushing away the thought.

The two boys notice (Y/n) looks at something. Follow her gaze, they see Steve doing his usual locker stuffing. They were thinking of walking away, but (Y/n) had other plans. Toby tried to grab by the sleeve, but was too late.

Steve was busy taunting Eli, then he feels someone tapping his shoulder. He turns and looks down, seeing (Y/n) infront of him. "What is it, Newbie? Can't you see I'm busy"

Poking his head out of the locker was Eli, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "I saw you before! You were falling from l-like the sky. Like an alien or a-an angel!" He points at her.

Steve bashes his elbow against the locker, making Eli hold his tongue. "Shut it, Pepperjack" Steve threatens the nerd. Then he leans forward, a smirk on his face "Now that I look at you, you look pretty cu–"

"Hey, Steve. New hair you got there? I gotta borrow her for a second" Toby akwardly smiles, pulling (Y/n) back. "The second most important thing is that you don't mess with Steve"

Letting put an annoyed huff, crossing her arms. "I am sorry, but I just really hate bullies" she chews her bottom lip, it already was a bit damaged.

"(Y/n), if you don't mind me asking. Are you perhaps from England" Jim asks her, seeming to grow suspicious of the girl.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Your accent"

(Y/n) tenses up, realising that she is possibly cornered. She had hoped that they wouldn't notice it. Telling him the lie she told Doctor Lake could be questioned once she accidentally do or say something suspicious. But saying she was, would contradict her lie.

She let out a relieved sigh as the bell rings. When she needed it most, the bell saved her. She gives the two boys a quick wave, before walking off.

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Her (e/c) eyes stare at the ceiling as she later in her bed, her arms stretched out besides her. She turns her head, looking at the corkboard hanging on the wall. In the middle of it was a sticky note with drawing of a book. Red yarn connected it with other sticky notes, one of it was a sticky note with a drawing of the school. It was crossed out with red marker.

"Where is it..?"

[polylocks-blog]

With school starting back up, I’ve been spending less time drawing. It’s so draining, but I’ve got to focus so I can actually graduate this year 💪😤

Besides that, I randomly got this burst of energy to draw these trio from the era of 2016!

How i even got to there was because I was checking the timeline and avents of Trollhunters and was surprised that they lived in the era of 2016 🎉🎉 I wanted to draw them in different outfits from that time so here you'll go!

just saying i think i was aroud like 7 in 2016, so i really dont know what types of oufits/trends where even populer then lol (pintrest wasent much help either, maby when i come back to this i will do proper reaserch about 2016)

[avirxy]

my dearest sillies

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

- Angor - The trolless called out as she entered the cave she and her husband inhabited. Their previous cave had been raided by Gunmar's evil forces and the whole village had to flee and wander to find a new place to live. Away from the wars so that the children could grow up in peace, so that the parents did not have to worry about whether their children would return home, or whether the older trolls would be thrown out of the house and beaten to death by Gummies who were looking for a moment's fun.

The woman's voice was strained and the slight breaking of her voice was audible to her husband. Nothing could be hidden from him he knew her too well however he did not avert his golden eyes from the preparations for the expedition - This is a bad idea - She interjected again the blue troll looked worriedly at her beloved sensing that his plan would not work out. She had always believed in her husband but now she doubted his idea undermining his authority as leader of the fallen village of Rot, some of the village managed to escape but some were not so lucky

Those who managed to escape followed the marriage worried, the little trolls cried and the mothers tried to soothe them the men tried to soothe the stressed women. However, the way towards the safe haven was long and hard and for this reason some trolls died on the way from exhaustion their loved ones were also tired, but they stubbornly went on - This is a very bad idea Angora - The woman pleaded the further her husband did not pay attention to her

Finally long light blue claws touched her husband's stony grey skin wrapping her hands around his biceps - Please listen to me - The woman almost begged him to listen to him walker for a moment, she did not trust the sorceress she wants to go to Rot.

- I cannot defend the village of Anoana - He finally spoke up seeing her beautiful green eyes in full view, she was not now wearing her familiar headband which has a tassel on the front covering her eyes and the back of her nose however the distinctive two black claws painted from the eye to the corner of her mouth were on her cheeks - This will help me gain more strength - He confessed facing his wife

Her eyes expressed great worry and concern at the same time exhaustion caused by the trek that had stopped two days ago. They were three days ahead of Gunmar's army, but nobody knew when they would find them again and kill everyone Angor did not want to let this happen again, he had to protect the people at all costs.

He could even give up his birthstone, his soul to protect his village, his people. He could give his life for the Anoana he loved in all worlds.

The light blue troll's lips parted slightly as she raised her hand to touch her husband's cheek, who almost immediately snuggled into her palm squinting and a quiet cat-like murmur issued from his throat - How am I supposed to defend my village when I can't even protect you? - He whispered opening his eyes to encounter cuts and bruises on her body most of the wounds were on her hands and arms, when those in need were helped to get up and walk on. She had a cut on her cheek from Gumm Gumm who attacked her when she tried to help a small troll escape from the village.

He let her out of his sight for a moment and when he heard her shrill scream he froze almost immediately, when he saw Gunmar's servant standing over her and aiming his sword at her wanting to kill her in one blow or inflict as much pain as he could before she would die, he raised his stone hand and ran his finger under the cut being careful not to inflict pain on her. He was worried too, but he did what he thought was right

- The expedition won't take more than two days, we'll still have a day's head start on Gunmar before he finds us - He whispered and his eyes jumped from the cuts on her body to her green eyes

She clenched her jaw tighter looking at him almost appraisingly - Why don't you let me swim with you? - She whispered, coming closer to him - Let me help you - she whispered even more quietly than before raising her other hand to take both stone hands on his cheeks she had to stand on tiptoe to reach, Anoana and Angor were similar in stature they were almost humanoid, their bodies were similar to human bodies more than other trolls they were tall and slim but Rot was taller than his wife.

She barely reached his shoulder however this did not stop them from indulging in affection every day, Anoana gently tilted her head to get a better look at him from a different angle, she wanted to know the answer to her question. She could see Angor's thoughts churning as he thought of an answer that would satisfy her, he sighed heavily through his nose - It's dangerous you know that - He whispered, the woman's hands clasped tighter on his cheeks, he knew she did not accept his words at that moment - Someone must take care of the serfs while I am away - he added after a while hoping that his wife would loosen the grip on his cheeks

- In that case, don't go," she persisted, not wanting to let him go, sensing that something bad would happen. She would be angry with herself if something happened to him she could even say that she would never forgive herself for not being beside him when he gets hurt and vice versa - Stay. Angora please - Anoana still begged him hoping that he would change her husband's mind but she knew him too well and for too long she knew that he was stubborn and wanted to do well, but the black nightmare was standing over her trying to warn her of the danger that was just waiting for her attention Angora

- It will be alright, love - he whispered lifting her chin gently to press his nose to her forehead - Before you know it I will be back with magic and we can live without fear of Gunmar finding us and killing us - he whispered into her forehead, she closed her eyes feeling his nose pressed against her forehead before she had time to respond or enjoy the touch that was meant to reassure her he moved away tucking the last things into the pouch in his belt.

- If I do not return in two days, find a market and stay there with our people - whispered Angor standing at the exit, he was worried about his wife, he could not imagine how she was worried about him but he would not like his nightmare to come true, if Gunmar attacked again he would not have enough strength to fight back. He would not want his wife to die in agony as well as his subjects, he was worried about everyone - It is safe in the market place, please go there with our subjects - he added after a while

- As soon as you are in the market place I will be waiting for us there - He confessed without giving her room for argument or any other words she looked at the ground when he said this without being brave enough to look at her worried green eyes. When he finally got the courage to look at her one last time she said nothing just watched him walk away.

As he looked ahead, as he walked through the middle of the temporary encampment his people had set up he could feel their gaze on him as they looked at him in awe of his courage and sacrifice, no one else would ever dare to look for Morgana. No one would ever dare to ask Morgane for the power she possessed.

As Angor passed through the camp every Troll when they saw the leader bowed gently but this time everyone knelt on one knee lowering their heads low in homage to him and silently conveying their gratitude that he was trying to help them even at the risk of his own life. Even if his wife does not like it and is forced to watch the stature of her beloved disappear somewhere over the horizon.

- I didn't believe you would let him go - A voice beside Anoana spoke up and footsteps approaching her made her realise that her best friend stood beside her as she stared dully at the horizon behind which Angor had disappeared, she didn't even know when the sun was slowly setting - How are you feeling? - Asked quietly Idun gently stroking her friend's shoulder looking with worried eyes as Anoana started to look around realising that she had been standing in one position for hours and was still looking at the path that Angor had followed

- Hopeless - Anoana wheezed, turning her head towards Idun she was young she had dark purple skin and her long black hair was tied in a high step that filled the space between her horns which curled at the ends in spirals. Idun stood out from the other girls, she wore dresses that had cuts on her thighs and on her shoulders she constantly wore a belt in which she had various vials of healing potions and poisons pinned. The time of war has caused the young troll to carry vials with her every time she will be able to defend herself however they are usually hidden in a pouch clipped to her belt. On her back was often a bow, which now lay safely in her temporary shelter but still close enough to the weapon to reach for it as quickly as possible during an attack.

Indun had violet eyes of exceptional beauty, however, she was personally ashamed of them, as it was rare for a troll to be born with violet eyes - I don't know how to feel - Mumbled the older woman after a while, Anoana was older than Indun by at least a hundred years but the two women were friends and were inseparable sometimes Angor claimed that Anoana adopted Indun, as the younger troll was more willing to be in the company of his wife than his own parents.

This made Angor feel jealous at times, however, he would not admit to wanting his wife's attention so much and not wanting to share it. It's not that he didn't like Indun hell he liked this kid he taught her how to hunt and cook good food optionally weaving in teachings on how to be a good leader and how to be a good troll. Anoana and Angor acted as parents in Indun's life without even knowing it the young troll suffered when they weren't there, the purple troll's parents weren't the best or the worst she herself didn't know at what level to define them as they didn't give her the attention the young troll needed

They were not interested in what she was doing all day long

They were not interested in what new things she learned from the village chief

Her parents lived their own lives and all she could do was feel like a fifth wheel but Angor and Anoana effectively made her find the light in her life again and every day she stood with new hope that Angor taught her something new and maybe Anoana would take her with her to look for ingredients for potions or they would learn new spells together.

- Do you think she will get what she wants? - asked Indun quietly, worrying about the older troll as much as Anoana who looked again at the horizon of trees behind which Angor had disappeared. The trolls had a problem with sunlight because as soon as the sun's rays fell on their stony skin it painfully burned their skin turning them into real stone taking away the colour of life that had previously shone in their eyes, which would later turn into grey and emotionless stone - Is Morgana even alive? Does she exist? - asked the younger troll, stopping from foot to foot

- They say that Morgana fell into the ocean because of King Arthur, there is no chance that she will survive - muttered Indun, looking at the trees, in whose shade they would hide to protect themselves from the world and the sunlight. Anoana shook her head - Don't believe these rumours sun - confessed quietly Anoana turning her body towards the younger troll putting her hand on her shoulder for Indun to turn towards her - You see, before Gunmar attacked our village we fished a man out of the sea - recalled the older woman correcting the belt that was wrapped around the younger troll's shoulder - We said a prayer for the man to survive and the goddesses of this world would make her still alive –

- Did they succeed? Did they bring her back to life? - Indun interjected by tilting her head tightly clenching her jaw. Anoana merely smiled and shook her head

- 'It was the decision of the goddesses we have not been able to see if they restored the soul of the woman from the sea,' Anoana confessed quietly, she lifted her hand from the younger troll's shoulder and embraced her cheek stroking the stony skin beneath her eye - 'But we believe that the woman found renewed peace in the world of the living or perhaps she only now knew peace in the world of the dead,' whispered the older troll, she leaned over to press her forehead against the younger troll's forehead - 'And you believe it,' she whispered closing her eyes

Indun looked for a moment at Anoana who presses her blue forehead against hers, the younger troll followed Anoana's lead and also closed her eyes - Of course - whispered the younger troll, after a few seconds they moved away from each other - So now you are in a leadership role? - asked the teenage troll curiously - You mean I can be your right hand? - Indun raised an eyebrow and Anoana dryly giggled while shaking her head

- 'You're too young to be my right hand,' the older trolless giggled as she headed towards the other subordinates Indun took one last look towards the forest sighing heavily at Angor's departure from the village, the young troll hoped that Rot would find what he needed and that the legend of Morgana would not be a mere fairy tale to keep the spirit of the children to believe that there was still magic. The young troll turned on its heel and with long and quick steps tried to catch up with Anoane without having to run up but failed.

- So what is the plan? - asked Indun as she followed the older woman, looking under her feet to avoid falling over tree roots

Anoana only sighed heavily - He instructed us to go to the market place - she confessed quietly - That is reasonable. He said that by the time we get there, he will be waiting for us there - with that the time leader muttered - It makes sense, it will take us two days to get to the market and he will have time to get the magic from Morgana and come back - Anoana shrugged her shoulders wanting to believe what he was saying but stress and uncertainty coursed through her veins as she thought about it more intensely

Indun followed Anoana seeing her shoulders tense and her back as she artificially straightened up pretending to be calm and everything was going according to plan however Indun knew that Angor's wife was worried about him and the expedition he had not taken her on with him. The younger troll watched as the blue trolless moved by the villagers ordering them to get ready to go to the market again, Indun only watched as Anoana began to rule this temporarily over the people of the fallen village of Rot.

The younger troll swallowed hard and went off on her own to pack up her belongings left over from Gunmar's raid on the village of Rot, it is not that Indun did not want to comfort Anoana or see that the older troll needed it, but she began to think that her words would be unnecessary and Anoana would not accept help anyway to calm her thoughts and satisfy the storm that was coursing through her veins.

[gabbysgoobers]

Troll fighters wip

[vespennn]

I love these two, honestly the end of the movie was so disappointing, gave away all that sacrifice and pain but Joy and happiness along the way??? Idk insane to me but rewatch didn’t do the movie Justice

[listranz]

Jim Lake should remain a troll

Jim may seem like a "reluctant hero": he's an ordinary man who suddenly learns he's the chosen one and must now become a true hero. However, it is important to remember that Jim originally dreamed of adventure, something unusual, magical, incredible and unlike the typical gray reality; he literally tells Toby about this in almost their first dialogue!

Jim Lake is a loser. He is far from the most popular and successful at school, he has problems in his family and has almost no friends. If we consider the precursor to Trollhunters as a partial canon – I'm talking about the novella written by Guillermo del Toro and Daniel Kraus – then we can get a full picture of the wretchedness, narrow-mindedness and melancholy of the protagonist's life. Who, despite all the hardships, unlike his book counterpart, still does not lose heart and diligently tries to fit into his environment, to integrate into it: here I especially want to highlight his care for his mother; that he really replaces her as a parent figure and tries to understand her, and not hold a grudge against her for his defective childhood. Jim is a kind, responsible and smart guy who still can't live an ordinary life. He can't just blend in with the crowd and not stand out. He tries to meet the demands of the world, tries to adopt its rhythm, but to no avail. Internally, this crisis shows us that the main character is not really happy with his life and does not want to accept it.

The amulet, or rather Merlin, chooses Jim as a Trollhunter. He has new complications, responsibilities, problems and, of course, adventures. Now Jim has a much harder time balancing on the edge of "normality" in everyday life without arousing suspicion. The hero's internal conflict grows when a crack appears in his attempts to correspond.

Although with all this we can't say that the hero doesn't like his new fate. Yes, at first he can't cope with it, the doubts are too great and the burden of responsibility is pressing, but how many opportunities does it open up?.. no matter how much shit and troubles the title of Trollhunter brings, Jim is definitely happy with it and proud of it.

Fate plays a double game with Jim, which inevitably leads him to the main choice: either one or the other. While he is successful as a hunter, he inevitably loses as a human, and vice versa. Sooner or later he will have to make a final decision.

The fact that the amulet chose a human is unique. But it is a mistake to think that Jim's transformation into a troll deprived him of this uniqueness. Merlin made a human Trollhunter not because of his species, but because of his inner qualities.

Jim is magnanimous and he has a big golden heart; that's what made him special, that's what was considered "human" about him. As a trollhunter, Jim is too honest, too kind, too sensitive... oh my gosh, Jim was different from other trollhunters by his soul and character, not by his appearance! That's why Jim always remains Jim; whether he is half-troll or not, it doesn't change anything "inside".

Jim's transformation into a troll was necessary for the plot, both internally—Jim fully accepts his destiny as a Trollhunter—and externally: as a human, Jim has no advantage. He's weak, vulnerable, and fragile. As a troll, Jim has a ton of new powers and abilities; he'll finally be able to fight powerful enemies for real.

The story began with a child whose destiny was to become a Trollhunter, therefore, his transformation into a half-troll was inevitable. This step represents Jim's acceptance of himself; his full emergence as a Trollhunter. His final choice. Jim's transformation into a troll isn't just a nice-to-have option, a superpower, or a buff. No, it's a crucial and necessary step in the development of the story and character.

So for me, half troll Jim will be canon. Will be what makes him a good and structurally complex hero.

Well, and I'm not even talking about the fact that this would simply be a logical outcome of events, which would give way to further adventures and their development. Well, and about the fact that the canon itself spoke about the irreversibility of this choice.

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1!

alrighty folks its finally time!!!

polls will be posted in groups of 5 and run for three days, voting is based on level of swag, trauma, and blorbo fave!!

and as always, propaganda is encouraged

let the tournament commence!!!

MATCHUPS

(winners of finished polls are bolded/italicized)

Klaus (Klaus) vs. Sage Lesath (Last Legacy)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul) vs. Fushi (To Your Eternity) 

Kalim Al-Asim (Twisted Wonderland) vs. Orion Lake (The Scholomance)

Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone) vs. The Nefarious Meanie (The Crimes of The Nefarious Meanie)

Senku Ishigami (Dr. Stone) vs. Emilia Justina/Emi Yusa (The Devil is a Part-Timer!)

Hortense/Mist (Guardians of Ga'Hoole) vs. 2B (Nier: Automata)

Fujiwara no Iyozane (Len’en Project) vs. Lysithea von Ordelia (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Toby/Faust (Beyblade) vs. Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Eustace (Granblue Fantasy) vs. Zane (Ninjago)

Kuro/Black Jack (Black Jack) vs. Dream King (Wandersong)

Loop (In Stars And Time) vs. Raiden (Metal Gear Rising)

Shigaraki Tomura (My Hero Academia) vs. Snowtuft (Warrior Cats)

Toi Shiramitsu (18trip) vs. Thief King Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV) vs.  Zolf Smith (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Mystic Flour Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) vs. Hero (The Property of Hate)

Augustus (I, Claudius) vs. Chat Blanc (Miraculous Ladybug)

Ginko (Mushi-shi) vs. Kuguri Domeki (18trip)

Yuji Kiba/Horse Orphnoch (Kamen Rider 555) vs. Yokoka (Yokoka’s Quest)

Olaf (Frozen) vs. Bagi (QSMP)

Floyd (Trolls 3) vs. Seidou Takizawa (Tokyo Ghoul)

Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) vs. Yan Vismok (Library of Runia)

The Princess (Slay The Princess) vs. Kim Ford (The Fionavar Tapestry)

Tommy Shepherd (Young Avengers/Marvel Comics) vs. Soma Cruz (Castlevania)

Edward “Add” Grenore (Elsword) vs. Ariane Yeong (Signalis)

Niko Sasaki (Dead Boy Detectives) vs. Ursula (The Little Mermaid)

Natsume Takashi (Natsume Yuujinchou (the manga)) vs. Jiraiya (Naruto)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter) vs. Mathis Quigley (Sr.) (Unsounded)

Tam (Aurora) vs. Icy (Winx Club)

Arlecchino (Genshin Impact) vs. Agito (Origin: Spirits of the Past)

Estinien Varlineau (Final Fantasy XIV) vs. Zero Kiryu (Vampire Knight)

Isana Yashiro/Adolf K. Weissman (K Project) vs. Ethoslab (Life Series SMP)

Mara (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) vs. Madame Director/Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Ryou Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh!) vs. Phi (Zero Escape)

Nancy Whitman (Every Heart A Doorway) vs. Max (Sam and Max)

Kiyondo Ishida (Danganronpa) vs. Michel Bollinger (The House In Fata Morgana)

Kiana Kaslana (Honkai Impact 3rd) vs. Professor Henry Hidgens (Workin’ Boys)

Kite (Hunter x Hunter) vs. FitzChivalry Farseer (Realm of The Elderlings)

Kashekim Nedakh (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) vs. Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Furina de Fontaine (Genshin Impact) vs. Bepo (One Piece)

Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs. Carl Fredericksen (Up)

Riku (Kingdom Hearts) vs. Rime Solano Varela (Last Legacy)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Lay Grandsley (The Misfit of Demon King Academy)

Magneto (X-Men) vs. Lucy (Bittersweet Candy Bowl)

Mithrun (Dungeon Meshi) vs. Sweeney Todd (Sweeney Todd)

Nate “Near” River (Death Note) vs. Aaravos (The Dragon Prince)

Asuka R. Kreutz (Guilty Gear) vs. Lenore Vandernacht (Nevermore Webcomic)

Frieren (Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End) vs. Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Tsubasa Ootori (Beyblade) vs. Haruka Sakura (WIND BREAKER)

Aziraphale (Good Omens) vs. Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler)

Lady Maria (Bloodborne) vs. Prince Lotor (Voltron)

Simon Petrikov/Ice King (Adventure Time) vs. Simon Snowlock (Memory, Sorrow and Thorn)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Jiang Ziya (The Poppy War)

Sabitsuki (.flow) vs. Kallin Kessler (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds)

Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV) vs. Ozpin (RWBY)

Hoid (Cosmere) vs. January Sterling (The Mars House)

Claudius (I, Claudius) vs. Captain Ahab (Moby Dick)

Hearthstone “Hearth” Alderman (Magnus Chase and theGods of Asgard) vs. Ace Ukiyo and Tsumuri (Kamen Rider Geats)

Hajime Umemiya (WIND BREAKER) vs. Kuga Yuma (World Trigger)

Hatsuharu Sohma (Fruits Basket) vs. Cellbit (QSMP)

Kouji Ibuki (Cardfight Vanguard) vs. Biwa (Heike Monogatari)

Allison Ruth (Kill Six Billion Demons) vs. John Oliver (Last Week Tonight)

Claudia (The Dragon Prince) vs. Misha Necron (The Misfit of Demon King Academy)

Storm/Ororo Munroe (X-Men) vs. Glass (Hymns for the Road)

Shiro/Wretched Egg (Deadman Wonderland) vs. Csevet Aisava (The Goblin Emperor)

Hades (Hadestown) vs. Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck)

Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft) vs. Guts (Berserk)

Miki Rintarou (A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School!) vs. Liv Moore (iZombie)

Remnan (Gnosia) vs. Yamato (One Piece)

Winter (Wings of Fire) vs. Utatane Piko (Vocaloid)

Jean Pierre Polnareff (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure) vs. Silver Sable (Marvel)

Emilia (Re: Zero) vs. Elric of Melniboné (The Elric Saga)

Kaitou Joker (Kaitou Joker) vs. Kochi Haruno (ZENO Daily Life)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII) vs. Neo Queen Serenity (Sailor Moon)

The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb) vs. Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Susan Murphy/Ginormica (Monsters vs. Aliens) vs. Phainon (Honkai Star Rail)

Hakuri Sazanami (Kagurabachi) vs. Holland Vosjik (Shades of Magic)

Viktor (Arcane) vs. Dr. Two Brains (WordGirl)

Dr Zoidberg (Futurama) vs. Mytho (Princess Tutu)

Kazumi Onimaru (Cardfight Vanguard) vs. Kyrie Usiromiya (Umineko)

(Under Cut) Not Appearing Until Round 2 But Here They Are for Peace of Mind:

Jonathan Harker (Dracula)

Asra Al-Nazar (The Arcana Game)

Norman (The Promised Neverland)

Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom)

Jean Valjean (Les Miserables)

Henry (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Jason Todd (Batman/DC Comics)

Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)

Fenris (Dragon Age II)

Anna (Frozen)

Griffith (Berserk)

Siffrin (In Stars and Time)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Ekko (Arcane)

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane (Voltron)

Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic)

TommyInnit (Dream SMP)

Kanade Yoisaki (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Gojo Satoru (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Itona Horibe (Assasination Classroom)

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Shion (No. 6)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Godot/Diego Armando (Ace Attorney)

Lu Guang (Link Click)

Gorgug Thistlespring (Fantasy High: Dimension 20)

Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney)

Boothill (Honkai Star Rail)

Princess Yue (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Santa Claus (Christmas/Pop Culture)

Percy de Rolo (Critical Role)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Daenerys Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire/game of thrones too ig)

Santa/Aoi Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone)

Ranboo (Dream SMP) 

Atsushi Nakajima (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Inuyasha (Inuyasha)

Kida Nedakh (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Allen Walker (D.Gray-Man)

White Lily Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

[lightfin]

Happy Arcadiatober!!

Prompt 1: Trollhunters

How is imagine these three would be if Trollhunters ever continues.

Also, feel free to colour in the line art version if you would like, I would love to see what people come up with. Just tag me so I can see it, thanks.

[theslayerbrother]

@bluheaven-adw will Probably give an Emotional Speech.

Trollhunters is a Life Changing show that is Probably The one who Change my adults years and help me through a lot of hardships in Life

also tagging @alix-xer

hey what the fuck is a troll hunter

How do I even answer this💀

So Trollhunters is this fucking amazing piece of art of a show on Netflix that everyone should watch cause it's just so good and THIS my anonymous friend is a the troll hunter ✨

He's awesome

[littlefanficprincess]

In too much trouble

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Trollhunters x fem reader

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.7K

Synopsis: Girl from 12th century tries to fit in but finds herself faced with someone from the past.

(A/n): This is not the first chapter, please go read the previous one.

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(Y/n) walks the halls of Camelot, following behind Morgana. As a cover to hide the fact that the king's sister was teaching a girl magic, (Y/n) became her hand maid.

She notices something in the corner of her eye. Turning her head towards it, she sees it was Hisirdoux, who was walking after Merlin. He was already looking at her, smiling once he notices her looking back. In his hands were a stack of books, most likely belonging to Merlin.

The (h/c) haired girl sends him a closed eyes smile. Hisirdoux seemed too distracted as he crashes into one of the empty suits of armor. He falls onto his butt, books scattered on the ground. Merlin had heard the commotion and turns around, letting out a sigh at the scene.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle, finding his actions adorable. Her and Morgana walk off to Morgana's room to practice magic.

Hisirdoux lets out a heartfelt sigh as his eyes softend, he watched as the girl and her mentor walk out of sight. He was zoning out Merlin's scolding, still laying on the ground.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"So tell me, how you sleeping easy. Why you a–"

I let out an puff of air as I slam my hand down on my alarm. Opening my eyes, I was met with the usual empty ceiling.

It's been a week or two since I was enrolled into Arcadia Oak High. No sign of my spellbook, I hope it didn't get destroyed. I tried to replicate the spell, but nothing works.

The worst thing is my mind taunting me with memories from before I fell through. I miss Hisirdoux, I miss Morgana and I only miss Merlin a little, he was a jerk.

I have been trying to adjust to the 21st century, it's a bit of a challenge. I must say that pens are so amazing, way beter than quills. You don't have to dip it in ink every second and use it with a single click of a button.

Currently I am sitting in class, history from Mr. Strickler. I sit next to Claire like always. I blankly at the computer screen as I listen to Mr Strickler explain the Peloponnesian War.

Feeling someone's eyes bore into me, I turn my head to see who it was. It was Jim, who seemed love-struck. I assume he was staring at Claire, considering he would usually short circuit around her.

Mr. Strickler seem to notice aswell. He walks to stand on the boy's side, who was too distracted to notice him. "Jim! Would you agree? With Herodotus' opinion on his tactics of war, as I've described"

"Absolutely!" Jim sheepishly grins, hoping that he could get away with his bluff.

"Excellent. Which tactics, specifically?" Mr. Strickler questions him, raising his eyebrows. He plays around with the pen in his hand.

"The, uh... winning ones?" The student akwardly answers. The class erupts in laughter by his response.

(Y/n) lets out a snort from his haijinks. Claire jabs her in side, "Don't pester him" She says with a smile. "He was staring, Claire" (Y/n) defends herself.

The bell rings a moment after. The two gather their stuff and walk out. The two chat to eachother, from an upcoming play to homework. "Jim, stares a lot at you" (Y/n) mentions, gripping the strap of her bag.

"He is just dozing off, have you seen the eyebags under his eyes?" Claire asks the (h/c)nette, pulling at the skin under her eyes.

"I think he likes you. You are very pretty" (Y/n) chuckles, getting another jab from the girl.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Time for good old PE.

(Y/n) sits on the bleachers, wearing the P.E uniform. She watches as Mary climbed up the rope. Two ropes beside her was Toby, struggling to climb up, even with Jim cheering him on.

Her (e/c) eyes trail over to Steve trying to impress with something he wrote on a piece of paper. But Claire just brushes him off and walks over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

After that, Darcy joins them, sitting next to Claire. "Aren't you supposed to be climbing the rope?" Darcy questions the benched teen. "I didn't see you climbing it either" (Y/n) shoots back with a grin.

"Buenos noches" A voice greets. The three girls turn to see Jim standing infront of them, looking somewhat nervous.

Claire raises her eyebrows "You speak Spanish?"

Darcy stands up, crossing her arms. "Come on Claire" She walks off, grabbing (Y/n)'s arm on the way, dragging her along. The teen witch was just able to hear Claire suggest the school play to Jim, there were more boys needed for the play.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊

(Y/n) walks through the town, towards home. She had to walk alone, Claire was auditioning for Juliet. She perks when she hears soft bell ringing, she looks around to see nothing.

Suddenly a ball of light with wings appears before her. It hovers infront of her face, making the same bell sound. Without warning, it speeds off. "Wait, hold on!" (Y/n) yells, chasing after it.

She runs through an alleyway and over the sidewalk. She wondered how such a small thing could be so fast. She notices two figures standing on the road, sitting on bikes. Then the creature dissapears from sight, confusing (Y/n).

She approaches the two figures, regonising them as Jim and Tobey. They seem to be staring at something, getting (Y/n)'s curiousity. Jim glances at her, before looking back in the same direction. She walks closer, turning to what they were looking at.

A troll.

Not just any troll, the son of Gunmar: Bular. Even after all those years, Trolls were around. His glowing yellow-red eyes shift over to her, glaring at her smaller form.

"(Y/n), get on" Jim instructs, not taking his eyes off of Bular.

"You don't have to tell me twice" (Y/n) responds. She rushes over and gets on Jim's bike. The two boys quickly peddel away as Bular chases after them. They turn the corner and hide behind a truck, making the dark troll lose track of them.

Jim pulls out something from his bag, a silver amulet with a blue crystal in it. "Armor up, armor up, armor up! Please, now! Faster!" Toby urges his best friend.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrow as she stares at it. It looked like something straight out of Merlin's room, noting it was even glowing. "What is that?"

Her question was ignored as Jim chants. "Okay. “For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.”" He closes his eyes, but nothing happened, making his eyes snap open again. "It’s not working!"

The three quickly move to the other side of the truck as Bular discovers their previous hiding place. Jim repeats ""For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.” Seriously, it’s mine to command. I’m commanding here!" He yells, frustrated.

'So did Merlin actual make that thing? I never heard him mention an amulet' (Y/n)'s train of thought was interrupted by Bular lifting up the truck. "Centuries of Trollhunters, and I will have killed two in almost as many days"

"He’s good at math!" Toby screams in horror.

"Go, go, go!" Jim yells. (Y/n) jumps on the back of Jim's bike, grabbing him tightly by the waist. They rush over the street as Bular throws the truck at them, which they avoid by turning a corner.

Bular catches up to them, running like an animal. "I’ll flay the flesh from your bones!" He growls.

"No, thank you!"

"I like my bones the way they are. Thanks!"

The imitating Trolls jumps and lands in the middle of the road. He swings his claws at the teen, who were just able to avoid them. The turn corner to corner, trying to get the beast off their tail.

Jim spots a building. "Behind Stuart Electronics!" He instructs his best friend.

"You know I can’t fit there!" Toby argues.

"You can fit!

"I can’t!"

"You’ve been on a diet, remember?"

Jim dashes into the tight alleyway, with (Y/n) still holding onto him. Toby follows after, he slowly moves forward as Bular fit his arm through the small gap. "I can fit. I can fit! I can fit! I’m fitting! Yay, diet!" The brunette cheers as he comes out from the other side.

They speed over the bridge, stopping to catch their breath once they reached the end of it. "Catch… my breath. Look at me, look at me. We’re not dead, right?" Toby asks the other teens.

"Master Jim!" A voice calls out. Coming out of the forest was Blinky and Aaarrrggh, who was holding bushes infront of his face. The six-eyed troll notices the new person sitting on the back of Jim's bike. "And you've brought along another human".

'Trolls!' (Y/n)'s eyes light up as she jumps off the bike. She approaches the towering creatures, looking up at them. She looked like a little kid in a toy store, stars in her eyes. She had never seen a troll so close up.

"I must say she is quite tranquil, compared to young Tobias" Blinky mentions, thinking back to Toby screaming and calling animal control.

"I couldn't just leave her to be torn apart by Bular. He chased us all over town!" Jim responds, sounding frustrated.

"And you’re still alive. I knew you had potential, Master Jim" Blinkey smiles, proud of the new troll hunter.

"You have a sweet voice, but you bring death with you!" Toby points at the blue troll with a scowl on his face.

"You guys can fight him, right?" Jim asks, with hope in his voice. His question make the two Trolls burst into laughter.

"I could not hope to possess the skill to defeat Bular" Blinkey answers, knowing he'd be toast of he faced Bular.

"What about him? He’s big" Jim motions to the hulking Aaarrrggh.

"Pacifist" The big troll answers.

Toby pats his arm "Man, such a waste of a hulking brute"

"Thank you"

"So are we supposed to stand around, while Bular is still hunting us down, ready to make us his Midnight snack?" (Y/n) questions. She wised that she had her spellbook, in there possibly being a spell that could help.

Blinky puts one of his upper hands on the girl's shoulder. "This is why Jim here is the Troll hunter, to protect humans and Trolls alike against gum gums like Bular"

"Gum gum" (Y/n) repeats, muttering it. She slowly turns to see Bular sliding into sight, growling. "Okay, I think that is our sign to run"

"Follow me! We’ll be safe in Heartstone Trollmarket!" Blinky exclaims as the group runs, while Bular chases after them.

Bular grabs one of streetlamps and pulls it down, making a chain reaction, the other streetlamps falling down after it. Toby flies off his big as it hits one of the fallen poles, luckily being watched by Aaarrrggh.

"Master Jim! Don your armor!" Blinky instructs the boy.

"I’ve been trying! The amulet won’t listen to me!" Jim replies, peddling for his life.

"Did you speak the incantation?"

"I’ve been incanting the crap out of it, and it’s not working!"

"Just focus and incant, dude!" Toby yells, trying his best not to fly off of Aaarrrggh.

They reach the canal finally. Blinky jumps up and rolls down, while Jim skids his bike to stop his momentum. (Y/n) slides down, followed Aaarrrggh.

Jim reaches into his back, pulling out the amulett. His heartbeat spikes as Bular smashes through the trees. He speaks the incantation, yet nothing happens. He takes a breath, repeating it once more.

Just in time when Bular swipes his claw, the armor takes the bloe. Jim flies back, landing in the empty canal. His feet slide across the concrete as his sword appears in his hand.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen as she takes in the sight. How the armor manifested in the air and attached itself to his body. The amulet resting now in the chest of the armor, it glowing a bright blow. "Woah..." She mutters fascinated.

The heroic was ruined once Jim fled when he saw Bular roar. "Uh... nope" He said, running towards the others. Bular jumps in his way, blocking him.

"Use your sword, Master Jim!" Blinky instructs the young troll hunter.

Bular bares his fist. "I’ll drink your blood out of a goblet made of your skull!" He threatens.

"Cut him like a meatloaf, Jim!" Toby cheers his best friend on.

Jim points his sword at Bular as the dark troll rushes towards him. He swings his sword to block an attack, being send sliding back.

"We must work quickly. Open the portal!" Blinkey opens his sachet, pulling out a orange crystal. He tosses it over to Aaarrrggh. "The Horngazel!"

Aaarrrggh got to work. He slams it into the wall under the bridge and moves it around to make half circle in the concrete. The punches the middle with the crystal making it glow a bright blue. The wall in the circle breaks appart, revealing an area on the others side.

"Master Jim! Master Jim, come on!" Blinky calls out, wanting to not spare another second being in danger.

"I’m a little busy here" Jim yells back as he and Bular circle eachother. He holds his sword steady in his hand, pointing it at Bular.

Bular pulls out his dual blades. "You are not fit to wield the amulet. I’ll tear the armor off you! Along with your skin!" He slams down one of the blades towards Jim, which he dodges. The teen swings his sword at Bular, but it get stuck in Bular's thick skin. Jim gets lifted off the ground as the troll moves up his arm. Jim lets go of his sword and begins running towards the portal.

Aaarrrggh, Blinky, Toby and (Y/n) had already entered it. The latter had her arm outstretched towards him to grab. "Come on!" She yells, her (e/c) eyes flicker on the approaching Bular.

Finally reaching it, Jim and (Y/n)'s hand met. (Y/n) pulls him through, just before it could close in his face. The girl stumbles back by the force, making the two fall onto the floor as the portal closes.

Jim lets out a sigh of relief, his armor dissapearing from sight. He picks himself up, rubbing his sore joints. He turns to (Y/n), holding his hand out to help her up "Are you okay?".

"I should be asking you that" The girl replies. She grabs his hand once again, letting him pull her up. "You faced against a giant troll and got away without a scratch. Not to mention if you this awesome magical armor" She says with wonder.

Letting an akward chuckle, Jim rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, there is a lot to explain" He says.

"Come on, we can't around here forever" Blinky mentions. He walks off, he steps down. A big blue crystal lights up underneath him, being followed by other crystals that formed a spiral staircase down. "This way, Masters. This way".

"Are you sure were safe in here?" Toby questions Blinky, watching his steps.

"Indeed. The incantation forbids entry to Heartstone Trollmarket by Gumm-Gumms such as Bular, for they are the most fearsome of trolls" Blinky explains to the brunette.

"Gumm-Gumms?" Jim repeats, confused.

"Scary ones" Aaarrrggh clarifies.

'So they refer to Trolls like Gunmar and Bular with a different name. Back in Camelot, they saw the trolls all the same. It was mostly because of kung Arthur, Morgana showed me there was more than that' (Y/n) thinks to herself, eyeing Blinky, before looking back at Aaarrrggh.

"Hey, (Y/n)" Toby chimes, bringing the girl back to reality.

"Hm, what is it?"

"How are you so chill about Trolls existing? I may got a little scared when they broke into Jim's house, but you were totally calm" He asks her, suspicion entered his mind.

"Well, I always loved fairytales. I may still believe in them, like fairies" (Y/n) lies through her teeth, putting on the same innocent she had when they first met.

"Do you believe in Santa Clause?" Toby half jokes.

'Who?' "Yeah absolutely" She answers, having no idea who he was talking about.

Blinky guides the three from the staircase, showing them a big town. In the center of it was a giant orange crystal. Troll roam the streets of it, who knew it was under Arcadia all this time.

"This is the world you are bound to protect.This… is Heartstone Trollmarket!"

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Congrats! You've discovered a Fairy! Fairies and Pixies are similar, but there are a few differences. Fairies are bigger and don't fit in any orfices, along making a little melody (depends on the fairy).

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Ended up making my little sketches, into little ✨stickers✨ :p

putting them on my sketchbook (it needed something that says ME😤✨)

[angmarenthusiast]

Troll hunters au where it’s Frozen. Douxie is Elsa, Claire is Anna (I could’ve used Krel and Aja but I’m saving them for later). Basically the same plot as the movie but with certain changes to it. Jim is Kristoff, and the rock people he’s raised with are obviously the trolls. I feel like Toby should be that other guy who likes reindeer (I forgot his name but he’s in the second movie). Hans being Steve is obvious but bc of his character development I think I’ll put someone else. Krel and Aja would be northuldran, as well as most Akiridions we meet, though I think Aja Krel have some sort of power that lets them travel between the forest and the kingdom. Douxie would obviously be the one with powers, though he would have magic in general instead of just ice. I think that Sven should maybe stay Sven, like no particular character name attached, maybe I’ll change it but it feels weird to put one of the characters as a reindeer (which is why I decided I didn’t want Toby to be Sven). Merlin would of course be their grandfather, the one who made a deal with the northuldrans and lied, and Claire’s parents would be their parents. Idk if I’m cooking, but I think I’m doing pretty good with it. Also the forest spirits are obviously Nari, Bellrock, and Skrael.

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I'll never leave you again

Prologue

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The crackle of branches interrupted the peaceful silence of the forest, quiet footsteps and quiet humming accompanied the figure that moved in the shadows of the forest. She couldn't go out into the sun unless life was unkind to her and she wanted to turn to stone, the quiet humming of a song came out of her dark blue lips and her green eyes looked down intently to find what she was looking for.

Healing plants, flowers with which she could heal the sick. Plants that would speed up the healing of wounds as well as disinfect them.

The forest around her consisted only of massive oak trees with thick bark partially dried and ready to be stripped off to be used for making houses or other tools. She made a mental note to tell the local blacksmith about the readiness of the trees to gather the needed wood from them for harvesting, her fingertips sliding over the rough texture of the wood.

A gentle smile adorned her face as she felt the power flowing through the tree.

The power of life

The power of life that everyone has, plant, troll, shape-shifter or even humans or... Gumm Gumm, the latter she dreamt in her worst nightmares. No matter what she was doing or if she was having a successful and nice day always, when she closed her eyes all she saw was Gunmar who would attack her village destroying everything she and the other trolls had created.

Her smile dropped and worry almost immediately flooded her thoughts. A heavy sigh left her lips she would give up her birthstone to protect her village even better... she would give up her soul for everyone living in the village hidden at the edge of the lush forest.

She wanted to protect every young troll hide her from the war that was beginning to take its toll and come dangerously close to them, but her husband believed that Gunmar or the humans would not dare attack them. They probably don't even know of their existence, the Troll market would never betray their location

And in a time of crisis, they would surely come here to ask for help and they would give it.

Crops are more lush than they have been in recent years, crops are surplus to the point where they can rot in sacks. Trade between the village and the stone-hearted Troll market is thriving very well, when she thought about it now her smile returned

The birds were chirping over her head as if they were happy to see her, the pleasant song you birds chirped was like honey to her ears. She loved it when birds sang a happy tune, she loved birds she always dreamed of being able to fly among them and feel that freedom that birds only knew. She gently tilted her head as she watched the birds fly over her head.

Then

She felt calm, her thoughts were simple and carefree. Everything around her was so peaceful at the same time it was dark, her bare feet touched the soft grass that tickled her she let out a quiet giggle as she felt the tickle of the grass on her stony skin, the basket, made of sticks she had on her back was loaded to the brim with flowers and other herbs

Even the best stacked ones were gently sticking out of the basket's construction. Her steps were heading towards the village already she could see a mountain on the horizon that had a large mine entrance in it, one of the many entrances to the village of Rot. She couldn't wait to set the heavy basket down on the desk, come the basket filled with herbs and other flowers might seem light however it weighed its own.

Especially after walking for several hours

She was also looking forward to seeing her husband, although she would not have to look for him, as she was probably worried again about the war, which instead of going north was coming dangerously close to them, Gunmar's army could find them any moment, but Anoana did not yet feel the danger it could entail

She was calm, but Angor however was not calm, he had increased the number of patrols around the village to know where the armies of Camelot and the armies of Gunmar were, two camps that were fighting a battle towards the victory of the humans, but it was for now a matter of time when Gunmar would win and bring eternal night.

Angor feared this, but a small spark of hope burned within him that no one would find their village. They were really far set from the war yet he still felt this uncertainty, war was never predictable and this irritated Angor

He liked to plan. He liked to know everything. 

He wanted to take care of his people like the good chief that he is, his father had always taught him that , ‘Planning is important, but even more important are the trolls in the village for them you must first ensure their safety before you go into battle’.

His father was wise, Angor had always admired him when he was still young. He had even made a vow to himself that he would be the same leader his father had been and maybe even better, time was to verify if his vow spoken at night in the moonlight would fully come true.

He had an even more important task on his shoulders, not only the defence of his people was paramount, but also that of his beloved.

He had and even had to defend her from the war lest even she hear of Camelot's or Gunmar's advances, he treated her like a little troll who didn't necessarily need to hear of bloody battles somewhere beyond the village's borders, he would have been happiest to lock her within the four walls and not let her out.

Of course he knew she could handle a weapon like a bow or a dagger, but he had always worried if she would return safely from her expedition or if Gunmar would catch her or if people would catch her and lock her up somewhere in the cells of Camelot, that fear bubbling through his veins since he had not seen the end of the war.

Even if he told her not to stray too far from the village she would not listen to him

She was too stubborn

At the same time, he loved her more at the same time he hated her.

Even if she had elongated ears like an elf's, he feared whether she would hear the enemy approaching in time or whether fear would cause her to panic and fear would cause her to freeze in place. Therefore he liked to test her

Just like now

When she was returning to the village there was no way around Angor's prank as he leapt from tree to tree branch to branch of another tree doing it as imperceptibly as he could, at the same time not taking his eyes off his victim who was walking smiling and unaware of the impending attack.

Before he attacked he liked to watch her, he even loved to see how she admired nature approaching each tree to check the protection spells while admiring the magic coming out of the tree bark. How gently she handled the flowers, which she later used for decoctions to cure sick trolls or to create clever traps for dwarves.

Maybe the dwarves were useful for the hairier trolls, as they effectively ate parasites out of their fur at the same time they were very annoying, constantly tangling under their feet or making some kind of prank. To the displeasure of everyone but his own.

He always loved how carefree his wife was and yet smart. But in her own way. She wanted to protect the people from war, but thought war would never come to them, they were too hidden. Only from the top of the tree did he watch her hips sway as she walked and her blue skin contrast with the green of the grass. Her skin colour would match the sky perfectly and the pale horns on the top of her head resembled a deer, if she ventured too close to a human village some hunter might kill her by accident. Her horns resembled those of a deer, it's easy to get confused especially when her antlers are sticking up behind a bush and her body is hiding behind a bush.

He leapt onto another branch, which creaked under his weight alerting the troll beneath him, her eyes widened and her muscles tensed as she turned on her heel to check what was hiding behind her back. She saw nothing suspicious, yet she sensed a presence. Someone was nearby, but her eyes couldn't find anything suspicious

Maybe because the scarf she had tied on top of her head and whose tassels fell over her cheeks and eyes gently obscured her vision while hiding her beautiful green eyes, but the tattoo came out from under the tassels of the headband she always wore tied on the back of her head and going behind her ears, the tattoos were straight lines coming out from under her lower eyelid crossing her blue cheek ending in a sharp line, also a black line was on her lower lip following evenly on her chin.

She muttered something under her breath - Maybe it's just an animal - she muttered to herself, she might not have noticed the deer which are famous for their skittishness. She shrugged her shoulders as she was about to move towards the village again Rot noticed a strange shadow appear on one of the trees, as if something was watching her from a branch. As she looked more closely though a slow smile appeared on her face

- It's definitely an animal - she spoke louder, she spoke loudly and it was special she knew who was sitting in the tree watching her by the way trying to scare her. In her own way to tell her not to stray too far from the village even if she knows she won't listen to him - There is nothing to be afraid of - she spoke into the deaf forest as if the trees were going to answer her

And that was not the case, the silence was eerie nevertheless a shiver ran down the Troll's back as she looked deep into the dark forest, the sun was slowly setting and growing darker. She may have been a troll who would be turned to stone as soon as she stepped out into the sun, but she liked to watch the sun set, when she looked up into the sky which shimmered with familiar oranges and yellows and some of the clouds were pink she let out a breath of air - I'm late - she whispered, every evening she went out to the mountain where the entrance to the cave where the village is located

She had never missed a sunset before, her eyes dropped to the ground and her stone feet were tickled by the moss. She shook her head and moved on towards the cave entrance - Are you going Angor or not? - she spoke up suddenly not paying attention to what was happening behind her back

And this could have had disastrous consequences.

- Behind your back - spoke a deep voice behind her back, he always knew how to make shivers run down her spine. She hated him for it and fell even more in love with him, one of the reasons why she wears the amethyst carving ring on her ring finger on her left hand and still carries the dagger he forged for her at her breast.

- ‘You know how to scare me,’ she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to look at the tall troll, who could be said to be three metres tall-come on, he was a little shorter, she barely reached his shoulders and yet they fit together like lost two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A rough giggle left Angor's lips as he looked down at her and she had to lift her head to look at him in all his glory

- I guess that's my speciality - He murmured smiling at her while tilting his head, his ram's horns making his face resemble the shape of a skull. He loved to blend into the shadows to suddenly jump out and frighten her when she least expected it, they loved this kind of fun it made them laugh maybe they were brave leaders every day but when the door closed they loved to mess with each other. This is what their marriage was about he leads and protects the village she is his right hand and helps out

Large black eyes that had gold glittering pupils watched her as she pulled a glowing stone from her pocket and began to draw an arc on the wall leaving a blue outline, just as she was about to touch the centre of the drawn arc she felt her husband's rough hands encircle her waist to draw her close hiding his face in the hollow of her neck

He humped considerably at this, his nose gently inhaling her scent of lilac and gooseberry. He could inhale it all the way to his death, his fangs gently brushing against his beloved's stony skin and the distinctive vines emerging from his arms and legs stood out against Angora's grey skin. A soft giggle issued from Anoana as she gently lifted her hand to place it on his jaw, which gently brushed the skin of her neck

- Do you know that we will have time for this in the evening? - she asked quietly, but the smile did not disappear from her face, he did not answer only winked something under his breath snuggling tighter into her neck to which she replied still with a soft giggle

- The evening will come soon Angor - she reminded him finally pulling out of his embrace - You will survive until then - she sent him a flirtatious smile, when she put the piece of stone heart back in her pocket, he sent her a gentle smile and nodded his head - she was right, later there will be time for tenderness now they had to finish their work

However, they both did not know what fate would befall

What the Norns had planned for both Trolls

Their love was strong, but would it survive even the darkest times?

He could only ask the gods that the love he had bestowed on Anoan would never fade away

When they both passed through the portal previously drawn by Anoan they knew they were finally home

But even at home it can be dangerous