#changeling!Früll

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So I know I already talked about how fast Ceb's hair grows in his trollish form.

What I FORGOT to mention is that Ceb's unusual hair growth rate ALSO carries over to his human form. With that in mind, im his human form, since it has such a fast growth time, twice a month he'll wait two weeks, let his hair GROW out, and then get it cut over at this small hair salon in Arcadia, where they donate leftover long hair to charities. The kind of places that make wigs using real hair for children and adults who lose theirs during chemo, or other long lasting medical treatments that cause hair loss.

In the changeling au, where Ceb is a pure troll, he also does this. Even though Ceb DOES keep his hair long, it's only kept at back length. It never stops growing however, and with how fast it grows, Ceb still has to have those long locks of his cut on a bi-weekly basis, BUT only when it's so long that it reaches his ankles braided. Ceb only allows his husband to touch his hair. I've mentioned this before, but hair is of crucial mportance in his culture, and only intimate immediate blood family members, or life partners, are the only ones permitted to handle it. Ever. Once cut, Ceb and Früll will box the cut hair, Freddy(Früll) will drop it off to places that can send it off to the charities that can make wigs from it. Ceb can get away with this without being worried about exposing himself and others because unlike most trolls' course and sometimes wire like hair and fur, eastern river trolls have incredibly silky and soft textured hair/fur that's very similar to a flehsbag's. One would only be able to tell the difference by using a magic based analysis.

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Früll smirks as he sneaks up behind his gargoyle mate, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Mornin' babe~." The mountain troll changeling purrs into Kaleb's right ear before ducking his head down a bit to press a quick peck on his cheek. Früll nuzzles his bearded cheek against Kaleb's for a moment before pulling back.

"Sleep well?"

“Well I don’t really remember much of my sleeping. Gargoyles don’t often dream like humans or trolls or changelings do.” Kaleb shrugged a shoulder as he reached for the coffee and took a small sip before passing it back. “But it was restful, if that’s what you mean?”

He reached out gingerly and ran his fingers through Frull’s beard, smirking at the fact that it was getting thicker and longer. “We need to grab you some of that cream to put in your beard, make sure it stays nice and luxurious.”

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♥ - family headcanon

Changeling!Früll has calender marked 'Father daughter' days. During these, he'll take Kovi out for the entire day and go wherever she so desires.

'Ice cream for lunch?' Absolutely.

'Movies with alllll the junkfood the two of them can possibly eat in a couple hours?' You better believe it.

'Stopping and going into random places because, and leaving with arms full of awesome stuff Kovi absolutely had to have?' YES.

It's Kovi's and his day to have some F U N.

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"Hello?" A small freckled changeling approached from the side of the large mountain troll, he only came up to Früll's side, but he was fully grown.

"Ah!" The bearded troll pulled the little changeling close with a bright grin.

"Meet one of my mates! You remember when I talked about my beloved, right? My other love was meeting with the others. They said they wanted to catch up.'

Früll sneaks behind and lifts Ascuas into a tight hug. "ASCUAS!!!! MY OLD FRIEND! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!" He laughs happily before setting her down.

She turns around and smacks him upside the head. "Don't do that!" She then smiles at him. "I miss you too!"

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Some little details I have so far for the Changeling! Au

Ceb's parents didn't change Ceb, but they allowed Kidar and Citaal to be turned. The incident where Ceb broke Kidar's arm never happened

Ceb and Kidar's relationship is much better, and he actually TRIES to do things for himself. He's not as scared of pain or failure as he is as a pure troll either, Kidar is a nicer person and even HAPPIER as a Changeling than a troll. 

Ceb became a general, he and Früll decided to get married BEFORE the war ended and are happily married! Kovi exists, AND they have ANOTHER egg that's going to hatch soon(it's gonna be another girl).

Changeling!Früll is alive and very happy with his kids and husband.

Unfortunately, Ceb lost his left arm in an altercation with a trollhunter and Daylight. It was replaced, like Draal's, and he likes to upgrade and tinker with it as a hobby.

Feral unfortunately still exists. He was never cursed by Morgana, so he stayed human in appearance. The horrible terrible things he did to Changeling!Ceb never happen to Troll!Ceb, although Ceb despises him and the kind of asshole he is. He ESPECIALLY hates that Feral's trying to get close to his brothers for some reason.

Ceb never destroyed any of Feral's things too, so he's still got that terrifying library of his where he keeps his studies and notes of everything he's found and the findings of alllll the poor creatures he's 'studied' over his many many years of life.

Changeling!Früll's full name is Fredrick Patrick Ulsone. And he hates it. Früll still prefers people, troll or human, to call him by Früll, but if he HAS to be called by his familiar's name he'll accept only Fred or Freddy.

Kidar had a fling with Marshall(Changeling!Gunmar) back in the 50's during a recon mission to Vegas. Marshall denies this at every opportunity, and will sometimes go so far as to even pretend not to know Kidar at all. Kidar enjoys teasing him quite a bit, and isn't exactly bothered by the threat of the death too much.

Citaal and Bular are childhood best friends.

Ceb and Früll are the equivalent of their mid to late 30's still.

Kidar is the equivalent of a 26-28 year old

Citaal is the equivalent to a 17-19 year old and is currently enrolled in Arcadia Oaks High. Currently, he's barely scraping by in grades mostly due to barely, or not at all, applying himself.

Citaal and Kidar live together, but Ceb is in charge. And has next to no problem in grounding BOTH of them if they cause enough chaos or act up.

Citaal and Kidar have a MUCH healthier relationship as well! Their dynamic being 'cringy' big brother to embarrassed little bro relationship.

Citaal will absolutely hide in his shirt if embarrassed or feeling awkward enough.

(Changeling au and Marshall are the awesome ideas of the very creative @xdeusxmachinax)

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If Früll were a changeling, this is what he'd look like in his Familiar form. A feral lumberjack hipster of a man, that has never had a haircut in his entire life.

He could still crush you in a hug in this form too.

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Odd Affection! Frull!

Früll has a tendency to play with the hair of anyone he consider close. By itself, that's not so bad, but he'll pull that person into his lap if he's in an affectionate mood. And the softer the hair, the more likely the chance he'll be holding onto you for an hour, or more, just running his hands through and nuzzling his face against their soft locks. Again, it's no so bad, unless that said person doesn't like their hair played with.

[kidarthemerciless]

"Ew no kisses please, I just got out of the shower." Casually, the speckled changeling cleared off a spot on his sofa for Kat to sit and pulled the fastfood branded bag sitting idly on his coffee table closer to him. He then stood up and stretched until he felt something in his fleshbag pleasantly pop.

"Here." Kidar handed Kat her food. He then headed to the kitchen to grab her shake from the fridge.

"Oh yeah, one more thing-," Just as he said that a red knee high blur dashed into the room and tackled the demoness' shin.

"KAT!!" Kovi squealed while hugging Kat's leg in her vice like grip.

"Yeah--." Kidar handed Kat her shake, ignoring his niece's giggles.

"I had to pick Kovi up early from daycare. Apparently Ceb and Früll are out on a mission."

"Whatever you have to say, shove it. Not. In. The Mood." Kat grumbled. limping by, a pathetic looking pair of rabbits held by the scruff in her free claw. still weak. still wounded. but she'd be damned if she let Kidar speak on it.

Kidar arched a brow.

“What the hell happened to you? Do I have to some bitch’s life on fire?”

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What was Aslan's birth like? When you learned that it wasn't Früll's kid. ((Love u and lov ur blog <3))

**HEY WARNING**

***This is kinda dark. Please be warned for mentions of self harm and suicide***

"...." He looks down, almost guiltily, as his hands slowly fell to his side and clenched at the fabric of his shirt.

"... I--- I guess nowadays it would be called a psychotic break, but I just- I lost my mind..." He remembered it so well, almost too well.

"When he had fully broken out of his shell, I immediately knew that I had been lied to." He glared down at his feet, his large ears pinned against skull.

"I realized that I'd been used. That Kodanth had been playing me from the start, and I stupidly fell for all of it." Ceb's somber expression curled into a bitter sneer.

"I just-I saw him. I saw that now, literally every part of me had been in some way used for Him. I was so-So Angry. And so devastated, so hurt, so alone, so Tired. Gods, I was just so, so tired." The changeling took a breath, calming himself.

"Everything I had been constantly moving forwards from my entire life suddenly caught up with me, and it made me realize that I was just too broken to exist." Ceb looked up.

"I was just- I was going to kill him. I was going to kill my son, and then myself. I was too tired, too angry, too broken." He held up a finger.

"But then, Aslan made this little noise. It was--- Kinda like a mix between a chirp, and a whimper, but it was enough to pull me out of... that. I looked back at him, and I suddenly didn't see Gunmar. Just a whelp. My whelp. My son." Ceb frowned.

"I couldn't hurt my son. Not then. Not now. Not ever."

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What would you do If GUNMAR died???

".... What?" The spoon that the Changeling was using to stir a soup pat drops from his hand and clatters soundlessly against the pot rim. He looks down at the marble counter as he bites his bottom lip, Ceb remains that way for a minute.

"I— I don't really think I—... I don't know." The pot has begun to boil over, which the brunette doesn't notice right away.

He thinks of Früll. He remembers how much it hurt. The pain. The tears. The anguish. It was worse than any wound. Any battle left damage. Worse than any pain Ceb had ever faced. It was like having something deep inside ripped out of him and still being able to feel as that piece was shattered.

Ceb shivered, being knocked out of his thoughts by his smoke alarm, and rushed to turn off the stove. He pulled the pot along with it's burnt contents onto an eye that wasn't on, and went to grab his broom to fan off the detector.

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(Meanwhile in every other au I have)

"I would mark the date down on my calender. Throw a party that same day. And then make it an annual celebration."

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"Do You…  Know what you did when you left us…?" The question echoes in the near empty room as Früll looks down, away from the searing golden eyes of the smaller changeling in front of him. He can still feel Ceb's eyes staring, boring into him.

"I-,"

"You Killed Me." He flinches at those words, a dull ache fills his core, his hands clench at his sides when he looks up to once more meet Ceb's eyes. He flinches again to find his beloved glaring at him.

"I meant to come back." Früll insists softly, taking a step forward.

"To What exactly?" Ceb takes a step back with a sneer on his freckled face.

"To ashes? To the child You left behind? A mate You left to suffer? The ones You betrayed?" The brunette tilts his head, crossing his arms, his expression now deadpan.

"Really Früll." 

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Früll frowns, but nods.

"Yes sir." As quickly as his smile vanishes, it reappears in full vigor.

"Even though he's small, even though he's only a changeling, my love will have good strong whelps for the next generation, I'm positive sir!"

Never Meet your Heroes (closed RP with Trollhuntersstuff)

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SUBJECT

SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE AND TERRIBLE THINGS PLEASE BE WARNED

Feral takes a sip of his wine from an almost comically small champagne glass in one massive hand as he scribes down notes of the scene laid in front of him into a leather bound journal with the other. He inspects the view into the padded room across from him with amusement, chuckling to himself while taking another drink. 

The impure had been incredibly difficult and uncooperative as of late; it refused to listen. It was attacking him during his studies, not answering questions for how the injections were affecting it's immune system. Not responding to him. Blatant disobedience. It didn't help that this impure had shown to be— quite unafraid of pain, for lack of better phrasing. On days like these Feral almost wishes he'd looked a little harder for his first choice in specimens, and properly sought out the impure they called 'Stricklander'.

Of all changelings. OF ALL Changelings. He HAD to pick the one that's the most headstrong, stubborn, and STUPIDLY RESILIENT of them all. His patience of the savage's misbehavior hit a breaking point when the goddamned beast had bitten off his finger, and had the audacity to SPIT it at him during a checkup on the three teeth he'd previously removed. Unfortunately, it was just as Feral had thought; The impure's fangs in fact grow back like a damned shark's when they're yanked out or removed, to quickly replace the lost ones.

Apparently they replace themselves faster than average, as he'd pulled them only the day before, with an overnight regrowth rate Astounding in a scientific sense, and as well as a nuisance considering the misbehavior in Feral's subject. Hopefully this will change all that. Recently, as a side project, the troll wendigo had started to study Pixies, and their effects. For the most part, they're useless creatures; easy to defeat by simply removing the little beast from the targeted prey's system. They'd be completely worthless, if not for that one little aspect of causing someone to be trapped in their worst fears. However, as stated, this effect only lasts until the pixie is expelled from it's target, making using them to be practically pointless as a proper battle tactic.

However, when the little devils are crushed into a fine powder and put in a gaseous form, they create a very potent kind of air based nightmare hallucinogen. Which had been discovered via a very unpleasant accident. Still a discovery is a discovery and who better to properly test this on than his personal test subject?

Eight glasses of three hundred fifty seven year old wine later, Feral's still smiling to himself as he watches the impure, now curled upright in an almost pitiful fetal position. It's eyes are scrunched tightly shut as tears endlessly cascade down those snow speckled cheeks, making them glisten gloriously in the dim light of the room. It's clawed hands are so tightly dug into its arms, that the white troll can see the slightly illuminated violet puddle of impure blood slowly growing underneath it's shuddering form. 

Feral's smile grows a bit wider at that little detail and sighs, satisfied with the savage's breakdown. It serves the little bitch right for biting him earlier, as if it honestly expected a positive outcome from biting the hand that so generously provided both it AND it's bastard offspring warm beds and food! Especially when all that's asked for in return is simple compliance during his studies, and to be a bedmate on lonely nights. Is that too much to request from a creature whose species was CREATED for such purposes? 

The more Feral thinks on this, the angrier he begins to get. He fumbles a bit when getting to his feet, but manages to stumble towards the room he'd locked brunette in, and opens the door.

"You..." The white haired troll snarls, but he's cut off when the impure sees him. 

"Fr-Früll…?" It whimpers when looking up at the other and suddenly, it's latching itself to Feral and sobbing into the other's chest. Feral blinks, unsure for a few seconds as the impure keeps whimpering out someone else's name. Then he realizes that it doesn't really matter. Whoever this Frull is, it must think he's him.

Which is perfect for what he now wants from it. Carefully, the drunken troll lifts the small crying brunette up into his arms, and smiles. He doesn't care to speak, as to not alert the other that he isn't who it believes him to be, as he carries the whimpering thing off to his personal quarters.

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For the meme! Ceb, Citaal, Kidar, and Früll? OwO

Kaleb looks at the questionnaire he's been given and shyly circles his answer, hoping it's not too crass. Putting it down for anyone to see, his wings come up and cover his face. As for Früll, he would be amenable to that, if the troll was alive, and if Ceb was alright with it. He trusted the changelings choice in partner.

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

Jaxx sees the question and grins before quickly circling the 'take me now' option. "I think it would be most fun to see if I can make his eyes roll back or his hide quake."

Isadora looks entirely unimpressed with the question. Ticking off her answer, she sighs and leans back. "Do I really have to explain?"

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

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"Hatchlings"

Please Note; This is an Au based around if Ceban and Früll had, at least, one child before Früll's death. No clue what to call it yet.

It's the off 'clicking' noises that capture the river-troll changeling's attention, bringing it to the nesting area that both he and his beloved had set up for their egg. Ceb blinks, at first he doesn't comprehend the noise, and when everything clicks the freckled brunette starts tripping over himself to get to it.

"Früll!!!" He turns his head to shout for his mate, his voice shrill, excited, and echoing. A second later there's a loud crashing sound, followed closely behind by the sharp noise of breaking glass. Then the angry shouts of trolls, but Ceb barely heard any of it.

His attention is fully on the noise going on inside that large obsidian colored egg. The clatter going on inside the oval object is all the changeling can see and hear. He never even notices his beloved until Früll's large hand is on his shoulder.

"What's the matter!? Are you alright!?!?" The mountain troll asks in a frantic tone.

"Is it the—..." His panicked voice dies, awe immediately taking it's place as he watches how the little egg trembles, and the little outer cracks that seem to grow with every twitch. Later, Früll will deny ever running over the four trolls he'd been talking to, and smashing those two tables that apparently had a bunch of little battle figurines sitting on them, and how he practically trampled Kodanth. All just to get to his beloved as fast as he possibly could.

Right now, he's focused on the little set of horns steadily forcing themselves through the stone shell's fragile surface. Followed shortly after by the sounds of little chitters and squeaks, as a tiny head of black fluff pokes it's way out of a big enough opening. Früll is quick to catch the tiny whelp as the egg rolls over, shattering into pieces as he holds the little one up to his face for examination. The wide grin on his face is bright enough to rival the one the mountain troll held when Ceb had laid their egg.

"Hi..." He whispers softly to the tiny cub that fits perfectly into the palms of his hands. She gives a weak little squeal, and licks her father's nose.

"Hi, my little warrior." Früll coos, gently running a finger over her soft obsidian hair. In response the little changeling curls closer, tucking herself into her father's scraggly braided beard.

She looks like him. Her horn sets are the same, as well as a puff of unruly dark hair, but she also holds Ceb's lovely snow colored freckles, and his sharp claws. And the mountain troll is certain that when her eyes open, they'll be the same emerald gold color as her Papa's. Ceb reaches up to gently pick up the little whelp, holding her close to his chest with teary eyes, as he smiles brightly up at his beloved.

"Kovi," The general purrs while he pulls his mate and child close to him.

"I can't wait to teach her how to boil skulls!" Früll giddily nuzzles the smaller troll with a wide smile.

"I gotta spread the word." He announces proudly before running out of the tent.

"IT HAPPENED!!!! SHE'S HERE!!!" Ceb chuckled at his mate's shouts, Kovi yawns and curls up closer to her papa.

"I'VE GOT A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!"

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🔮 Ceb

"It's not much." The odd changeling said as he handed Ceban the odd shaped item wrapped loosely in a faded cloth. The smaller changeling was careful when being handed the item and held it like one would a delicate artifact. When unfolding the layers of the fabric, the freckled changeling's eyes grew wide at the decent sized cut of stone in it's center.

"But it should do." Looking up, Ceb's eyes meet the older changeling's own.

"And- And you're sure it's Früll's?" He asked, glancing down at the rock in his hands and held it close to his chest, almost protectively. His impish ears raised hopefully as the other nods with a smile.

"Yes." He answered the younger halfling. Once again, Ceban stared down at the stone in his hand thoughtfully.

"I'm... I'm surprised I never heard about this program before." The brunette's comment is met with a gentle pat on his shoulder.

"Well, they did start it in secret shortly before your unfortunate mate's passing." When the taller changeling spoke again, his voice was far less gentle, as he pointed at the partially wrapped stone in the shorter river troll halfling's hands.

"You should be thankful that you have a chance to carry on your mate's line, and that general Früll's stone wasn't destroyed after his execution." At that, Ceb's ears pinned back against his head, and held the stone closer to his chest.

"I-I— you're right. Thank you, Kodanth." He smiled up at the other, politely nodding before he ran off into the night. The stone held tightly in his hands as he thought over what must be done next, if were to have his fallen mate's whelp.

Unfortunately, little did the river troll changeling know, that Kodanth had lied to him. The cut of stone was in fact Not from the executed general, but rather Gunmar The Black.

This is something that @xdeusxmachinax and I came up with for how Aslan came to be.