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mysteriesmuse · 2 years ago

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StrictLake Wedding: The Oldest Couple

A/N: ok so there’s a ton of people out there redoing ROT and giving us the Strictlake wedding that we were ROBBED of!! But ok imagine they do the first dance of the bride and groom and they do that thing were they call all the married couples onto the floor and they start counting up until there’s one couple left on the floor, and it’s always the one that’s been married the longest! Can u imagine seeing some goth wizard guy who’s looks like he’s in his 20s dancing there with his equally young wife and like most of the crowd is like ???

anywho here it goes bc I need some mega fluff and I’m dying of boredom on my college break (it’s been only like 5 days and I’ve got weeks to go lol)

P.S. IM SO INCREDIBLY HYPE AND PROUD ABOUT THIS ONE. Thank y’all so much for reading it and enjoying it like I did!! 💕

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Arcadia Oaks was finally boasting a lovely sunny California Day with no more random life-threatening or world-ending surprises - quite the rare weather, indeed.

It just made the ceremony all that much more dazzling. . .

Barbara Lake and Walter Strictler were tying the knot.

And they truly out did themselves with their lovely outdoor wedding. They had these huge sprawling canopy tents to cast some shade along the isle and over the many rows of plastic folding chairs. There were lovely white roses in bouquets all over the place. Twinkling fairy lights wound across the tents. A giant table filled with all manners of letters and gifts. Fizzing champagne in ice buckets alongside the long buffet table which boasted a gorgeous 5-tiered cake baked by none other than son, and best man, Jim Lake Jr. himself. His girlfriend Clair Nunez stood as a bridesmaid and over-sought the job of doing Barabara’s hair and makeup for the wedding. His best-friend Toby insisted on being the videotaper and photographer, on the promise that he didn’t add any additional commenting or special effects. Which he swore to, of course, afterall this was for Dr. L. Not-Enrique was the obvious and unanimous choice as ring bearer, after all he had been integral in their life’s since the trollhunters struck out for New Jersey and the Nunez’s all agreed that the real Enrique would likely swallow the rings at best. They had DJ Kleb running the DJ Booth and they had asked Douxie to play some classy live music for the procession. Lastly, the whole affair was being co-officiated by Blinky and Mayor Nunez and the place was filled with dozen of close friends with ample amounts of safe seating for all of their guests.

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“Ahem,” Blinky started, spitting on the microphone and clapping his bottom two hands together, “now that the floor is cleared the Bride and Groom would like to invite all the other married couples onto the floor.”

A crowd of humans and creatures alike slowly began rising from their seats.

Barbara’s gleefully shouted, hanging off her new husbands arm, “Don’t be shy, come on!

“Indeed I’d love to see who can beat the Prismarxs,” Walter retorted chuckling as a doting elderly pair of trolls rose from their seats onto the canopied dance floor. Mayor Nunez glided past them making her way to her husband with a grin, “Sounds like you’re proposing a beat there Walter.”

Strictler cackled, “100 dollars to the Prismarxs being the oldest married couple then. DJ Kleb get your songs ready!”

Next to you Hisirdoux began to shift in his seat as he got onto his feet, “What do you say we get up there and show-off a bit, love?” He cooed with a secret wink in your direction. You giggled and shook your head, curls bouncing around your shoulders as you took Douxies hand and he pulled you to your feet.

The two of you made your way across the grass and over to the improvised plywood dance floor. A bunch of chattering teenage friends and single people left in your wake; a whole crowd of married couples surrounded you at present.

“Look at Douxie and his little bride how sweet!”

“You think they’d been married long?” “I dunno’ it’s kinda hard to tell with wizards huh.” “Remember when we were that young?”

It was a whole new setting for most of them this evening, but you gracefully smiled and draped your free hand around Douxie’s neck fiddling with the chain looped back there.

“I can’t even count how many weddings we’ve been to anymore.” He held your hip and lead with his right foot, “Well darling I think this will be one for the history books. Troll, aliens, and humans alike in attendance; seems rather fantastical to me.” “Yes, well I’m sure you’re right,” you added, “but that wasn’t the point-“

He spun you around. “What was it then?” You repositioned your hand on his shoulder, “well, just that every one reminds me of our wedding.” sliding your hand up and then across the front of his lazily buttoned down shirt and vest where the chain ended and hung right above his chest.

Douxie chuckled turned his head to apologize to the couple who’s shoulders they’d just bumped into as they existed the dance floor, “I don’t think any of them have been much like ours.”

At the sudden surge of memory you threw your head back with a snort.

“No, I don’t think any of them have,” you admitted breathlessly before settling your gaze back onto Douxie’s necklace and fiddling around with the ring hanging from it. Douxie noticed, “Like what you see?” Blinking you noticed his smirk as he eyed your facial expression and gestured his chin down to his low neckline. He deserved the light smack to his chest that you gave him. “Why yes. Otherwise I wouldn’t have married it Mr. “Top-button” what happened to that anyway. When I meet you that summer you’d barely take your shirt off for a dip in the creek. Now you’re almost always coming out of our bedroom with the top few buttons left undone.” “Now, on some occasions it’s not always me.” He defended, “Sometimes someone’s being a little cheeky keen on me, love.” “Oh Hisirdoux!” “Fuzzbuckets, that’s just what I feel in love with!” He deserved the second smack too. “Just say the word Douxie!”

Except it really came out much more light hearted than you intended. And, the notion probably went limp as Douxie pulled you to his chest and threw his arms around you waddling to the tune of the music. A tactic with its saving grace, as your cheeks still felt the heated tinge of that embarrassing chastisement. Gratefully you settled in resting your forehead against his collarbone. A gentle lub of his heartbeat pulsing under your ear. the same one that agreed to put this ring on his finger all those years ago, or rather this ring around his neck. Your chest huffed with a snicker. At least he wears it everywhere you thought pridefully gazing down at your matching engagement where it rested in its traditional placing.

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“Casperans. Hello? Earth to the Casperans?” Blinkus huffed. “You can calm down mate we’re still waiting for you to reach our number.” “Whatever do you mean Douxie we already passed the Prismarxs 504 and you’re still on the dance floor?!” You piped up, “Actually you’re only at 520. We still got a few more decades to be called until we tap out. We’re 551 going on 552 years this winter.” “You heard the lady. We’re wizards people! Now DJ Kleb,” Douxie dramatically pointed over to his friend behind the tables, “our song please and I promise we’ll make this the last Mr. and Mrs. Strictler, but ladies if you can suffer through this last dance in your heels then I do believe we’ve won a bet.” “What do you say Barbara? One more?” The beautiful bride looked at her new loving husband. Then gazed over at her young (appearing) friend and his wife. “Why not? We moved through a couple centuries pretty fast last song. Come on everybody! I’ll throw the bouquet after this!” ———— “And I can’t wait to give them all our tips on conjugal bliss over that free dinner because that bet will practically pay for it!”

“Um, you know it was always gonna be free right, Douxie? It’s at the Lakes house and Jim’s making it.” “Ah I see.” “Oh, we could purchase tickets for those dance classes we’ve been looking at.” “No, correction, you’ve been looking at. Plus look at us,” he grinned, dazzlingly, pulling you towards him as the dance floor filled with bodies of happy people, “we’re already fantastic at it darling.”

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lostfieldd · 2 years ago

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jim: best boy

troll jim: THE BEST BOY FR!!!!!!!! WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!! NO QUESTIONS ASKED

#is it obvious that i love troll jim more than human jim #i love human jim but like #troll jim my beloved fr fr #trollhunters #troll jim #cosmic rambles

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blund3r-bust3r · 3 years ago

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unpopular opinion probably but jim’s arc should have ended with trollhunters

jim’s involvement in wizards really worried me for rise of the titans. yeah it was hype as shit seeing him again but the plot being split between him and douxie in what was supposed to be douxie’s story was kinda lowkey annoying. to top that off it was obvious he was going to jump to the helm again with the foreshadowing with excalibur and i just remember thinking oh no. i love my boy to tears but that dude had three season’s worth of development. not that i disliked the decision to turn him human again at the end of wizards, but i feel like things would have been a billion times simpler if he just hadn’t

jim relinquishing his role as the trollhunter is not my issue with rott via unbecoming. it’s the fact that that episode specifically served to teach him that he’s the trollhunter--and a hero!--regardless of if he had it or no. douxie even reminds him of this at the end of wizards. jim remaining a half troll permanently would have at least granted an emotional foothold in his role, because he would continue to exist as a bridge between the worlds of man and troll regardless of if he’s some magical savior anymore

look man. rott was a culmination of three different stories converging for one final battle. nobody should have had any more growing to do in this movie. we watched leadership blossom between four different characters and it should have been a balanced four-way partnership between jim, aja, krel, and douxie combining their talents and experience to solve the problem with the help of their respective friends

to put it simply: rise of the titans should not have hinged its entire plot on the concept of the trollhunter and merlin’s magic. it feels extremely unfair to the other series’, which are brilliant in their own ways, and erases the growth of our characters (mainly jim and douxie while sidelining the hell out of the tarrons) in a manner that is arguably more unjust than the movie’s actual ending

#i say it's more unjust because the ending outright deletes growth #the movie itself just flat out ignores it despite it having happened #so it's just like bruh #gonna make a longer post later about my thoughts on rott #both good and bad #cause let's be honest there were some good points in the movie that deserve praising #rise of the titans #rise of the titans spoilers #rott spoilers #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa

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talesofarcadia78 · 4 years ago

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Sorceress of Arcadia || Becoming Part 2 (Douxie’s POV)

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warning: None

Word count: 5,587

Tags: @lunariasilver

Previous >> Becoming Part 2 • Next >> Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

My phone started ringing, meaning someone was calling me. I reached my hand over to my nightstand and picked the call up. “Hello?” you said. “Douxie! Where are you? You're late for your shift! Get over here!” Mr. Benoit screamed. “Yes sir!” you replied, hanging up. You were so late. You quickly got dressed and ran out of your apartment. On the way out your cat, Archie stopped you in front of the doorway. “Arch! I’m getting late for my shift! Move!” you scolded him. “Douxie, you're forgetting something,” Archie said. “What?” you asked, getting impatient. “Your shoes!” Archie shouted. You looked down at your feet. They were bare. In all the rush, you had forgotten about your shoes. “Thanks, Arch!” you said, hastily putting my shoes on. “Bye,” Archie said. “Bye!” you shouted back, running out.

You ran across town and into Mr. Benoit’s. You scrambled inside the staffroom and got to work. After about 2 hours, up to finished up your last task and got out of the cafe. You checked the time, it was almost time for your shift at the bookstore. You walked over to the bookstore when you spotted y/n sitting outside the museum. You walked over to her, wondering what she was doing in town, since the whole ankle problem yesterday. You noticed she was looking at her phone. She seemed to be a bit worked up over something. “Looks like someone is frustrated,” you commented. She looked up from her phone to face me. Her e/c eyes were so hypnotizing. You could stare into them all day. You snapped out of your thoughts when y/n started talking. “Oh hey, Douxie. I was just researching but didn’t find out what I was looking for,” she told you. “Ah, I see. Well, I see you're in town, so your ankle must be okay. Right?” you asked, concerned for her. “Yeah, it’s better. It still hurts a bit, but I can handle it,” she said, walking over to a nearby bin to throw some foil.

“Well, are you interested in books?” you asked, wanting her to come by the bookstore and spend some time there. “Yeah. Why?” she asked, curious why as to why you suddenly brought up the topic of books. “Well, the bookstore I work in isn’t far, wanna come?” you asked. “Yeah sure,” she replied.

Yes!

The two of you walked to the bookstore, chatting about her life. When you had arrived, you held the door open for her and bowed. “Why you’re very chivalrous,” she said. “Thank you, m’lady,” you joked.

The two of you walked inside. You noticed y/n walk over to a shelf and started skimming through the titles. You went behind the counter and pulled out a book that Master Merlin had written, back when we were in Camelot. She might be interested, so you walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. She spun around and you held out the book. “What about this?” you asked, handing her the book. She read the title and asked, “ Wait, Camelot as in 12th century, medieval times Camelot?” “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. This book had been here for ages, no one has ever shown any interest in it so far. You’re the first,” you lied. You didn’t want to lie to her, but you had no other choice. If you did not want to reveal your past and get close to her, you had to lie to her. You would tell her eventually but now wasn’t the time. She walked over to a couch and sat down, starting to read it.

You thought of getting something for her, so you walked to the back and got some lemonade out of the fridge. You poured the lemonade into two, glass cups and walked back to the front. “I got lemonade!” You declared, to no one in particular. You saw that y/n jolted up a bit. You must’ve frightened her, but who knows? You went up behind her and handed her a glass. You sat beside her on the couch and looked over her shoulder, wondering if she liked it or not. “Is it good so far?” you asked. “Yeah. It’s interesting to see Merlin’s perspective of Camelot and King Arthur. Plus it’s funny to see the little notes in the margins,” she said, pointing to a note. You had written those notes, wanting to make the book more fun, not just filled with boring facts. So whenever you got a chance, you would write some notes in the margins. It was fun. One time you had gotten caught, resulting in a long lecture from Master Merlin, but after that incident, you never got caught. “Well, I hoped you like it. Want to buy it?” you asked, finishing up your lemonade and putting it on the table in front of you. “Actually yes. How much is it?” she replied, closing the book. “As I said, the book has been lying around for ages, so, it’s on me,” you repeated. “No. You have two jobs and on top of that, you study. You deserve the money,” she denied, getting $15 and handing you the money. You shook my head, shoving the money back into her hand. She looked like she was about to protest when an idea popped into your head. You jumped off the couch.

“What about, you give me the money and in return, I buy you dinner tomorrow,” you suggested. She was quiet for a minute when she replied, “Okay, sounds like a plan”. “Great, it’s a date!” you added. You walked over to the counter and put the money in the cash box. You walked back over to the couch and sat next to her again and started reading with her. You noticed that she had also finished her lemonade and put the glasses away. You looked at the time, 12, meaning it was break time. You walked over to the door and spun the sign from “open” to “on break”. You then walked back over to y/n and sat next to her. Both of you read through the book.

You read the page where Merlin was talking about how Morgana was starting to get the hang of her magic. When you finished reading the page, you wondered why y/n had stopped turning the page. You turned to see her. You realized that she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. You grinned, she looked cute when she was asleep. You bookmarked the page and closed it. You put the book on the table gently, making sure not to wake y/n up, and leaned back into the couch. After a few minutes, your eyelids started to get heavy, and soon enough, you drifted off into sleep, leaning your head on her’s.

It had been about half an hour when you felt someone shaking me gently. You instantly woke up and looked down at y/n and she pointed towards the door to see some people knocking on the door. You sprinted to the door and unlocked it. “Sorry folks! Just drifted off a bit, please come on in,” you apologized to the people and opened the door wider to let people in. “It’s okay lad, We understand if you need to focus some time with your girlfriend,” an old man said, pointing to y/n. “I...uh...um...” you stammered, trying to look for an answer. Sure you had a crush on her, but was it that obvious? “Lad?” the old man waved his hand in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yes sir! Please come on in,” you answered, gesturing him to come in.

Y/n walked up to you with the book in her hands. “Well, I have to go. I’ll see you later,” she said and was about to leave when you grabbed her wrist without thinking. I am so stupid! “Wait! How am I going to let you know what time I’ll come to pick you up? Do you have an email or a number...” you asked. Y/n smiled at you and then you exchanged numbers. “Thanks, I’ll text you what time I’ll come,” you said. “Oh and come dressed...nicely,” you added. “Sure, you too. Don’t wear, you know...that,” she joked, gesturing to your outfit. “Cheeky!” you teased. Then she left.

You walked back into the store, helping the people who had come in, but your mind was thinking of y/n. She was so sweet, nice and well... everything! Would she even like a guy like me? She must think I am a popular guy that is a jerk and likes to show off. No, I won’t let that happen. Does she know I have a crush on her? Am I that obvious? you push those thoughts aside and focused on my work.

After your shift ended, you said goodbye to my co-worker and left for your apartment. On the way there, you saw Jack, the keyboardist of your band, heading towards you. “Hey, Jack! What’s up?” you said. “Douxie! You missed band practice! Where were you? Our concert is tomorrow!” Jack said. “Band practice! I forgot about that! I’ll practice tonight and I’ll come extra early to school, so we can all practice, so we don’t embarrass ourselves tomorrow night,” you suggested. Then it hit you. “Sounds good Doux!” Jack agreed. “What about the dinner with y/n!” you said, a little too loudly. “Wait, Douxie! You're going to have dinner with y/n! Dude!” Jack said, surprised. “Yeah. I am so stupid! What am I gonna do Jack?” you asked. “Dude! You're going out for dinner with y/n! She is so popular, well in the classes. I was once in her English class, and she was so helpful like everyone loves her! How did you get to know her? Wait do you like her?” Jack teased. “I...yeah. I do like her,” you said, blushing a bit. “Dude! Your lucky to be going out to dinner with her, but at school, be careful. There is a guy named Tyler that has a huge crush on her. They are both in the same Math and HPE class. She doesn’t know that he even exists, but that guy can go to any lengths to get her liking him,” Jack warns. “But you do know that you are friends with her, so more likely she’ll like you than him,” Jack added. “Okay. But how do you know all of this stuff?” you asked, getting suspicious. “That’s confidential, I can’t tell you,” Jack scoffed. “Okay. Just tell me what I should do about the dinner,” you asked, getting a bit impatient. “Just go out tonight. Then tomorrow, you can ask her to come to the concert,” Jack suggested. “Okay, I’ll do that! Thanks, Jack!” You said, running to my apartment.

On the way to the apartment, you texted y/n: Hey, So, I can’t take you out for dinner tomorrow, something came up. But I am free tonight, are you? She replied: Yeah You immediately replied: Great! I’m coming to pick you up in 20 minutes. Bye. She replied: Okay, bye.

You barged into your apartment, seeing Archie sitting on the couch. “Douxie! You shouldn’t just barge in! Have some manners!” Archie scolded. “This is my home Arch! I can barge in anytime! Plus, I’m in a rush!” you shouted, running into my room and opening up my closet. You looked around your closet, trying to find something good to wear. Then your eyes fell onto a black dress shirt and a pair of black pants. You quickly took it and put it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The long sleeves of the shirt were bothering you. Archie walked into the room. “Why are you dressed so nicely? You never dress this nicely. Are you going out somewhere?” Archie asked. “Yes. But these sleeves are so uncomfortable!” you sighed. “Just roll them up,” Archie said. You rolled the sleeves up and it instantly felt better. You then got some black shoes and put them on. “Okay Arch! I’m heading out. I’ll be back around 10,” you said, heading out of the room. “Doux! Wear a bow tie! And do you know where you going?” Archie asked. “Why do I need a bow tie?” you whined. “You’ll look more proper. Here,” Archie replied, handing me a navy blue bow tie. You tied it under your collar, while Archie told me a nice restaurant. “Thanks, Arch! How did you know I was going out for dinner? What if I was going to a fancy party or something?” you asked. “I looked through your texts of you and a girl, y/n. Plus, I know you Doux. I have been with you for almost a millennium,” Archie explained, holding up my phone, with the screen showing my texts with y/n. “Arch! Why did you look through my texts! That’s private!” you scolded him, snatching the phone. “Do you like this y/n girl?” Archie asked. “What! No... She’s just a friend,” you lied. “Douxie, you know you can’t lie to me. I know you like-” Archie said, but you cut him off. “We’ll have this conversation another time. Right now, I’m running late,” you said, grabbing the keys to your Vespa, and heading out.

You quickly rode to y/n’s house, parking the Vespa in front of it. You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. You didn’t have to wait long. The door opened, revealing Jim. “Hey, Jim. I was here to pick up your sister. We’re going out for dinner,” you said. “Hey, Douxie. I’ll call her,” Jim replied. You were about to say that you would bring her back by 10, but that’s when Jim shouted out, “Y/n! Douxie is here!” You winced, that was loud. Jim took a step back from the doorway, revealing y/n heading down. Your eyes widened as soon as you saw her. She was beautiful in the black to navy blue gradient dress. It also matched with your outfit, just like a couple. You saw Jim grin at his sister. He must be happy to see his sister happy. “Come back by 10. It’s a school night,” Jim said, sternly, but you heard a bit of amusement in his voice. “I will,” y/n replied. “Shall we?” you asked, offering your arm to y/n. She took it, stepping outside. She then turned, facing Jim. “Have fun sis. Douxie, take care of my sister, she’s the only one I have. She is the only person I can talk to when no one else would understand, even when Toby wouldn’t understand,” Jim said to you. “Don’t worry Jim! She is under great care for the next 2 hours. I promise,” you reassured him.

Y/n waved to Jim as he closed the door. You walked over to your Vespa and sat. “I never knew you had a Vespa,” y/n said. “And I never knew your brother was very protective of you,” you joked. “Well, that’s true. He’s never been so protective before,” y/n said. “Well, let’s leave your brother to the side for now, and sit behind me,” you said, patting the seat behind you.

Y/n sat behind you as you started the vehicle up. Once it was started, you rode very fast. You felt a jolt from y/n, and turned around slightly, only to see that she was about fall. But just in time, you caught her with one of your hands. “No offense, but you need to ride more safely,” y/n commented, as she put her hands around your waist. You felt your face start to heat up. “I’ll get around to it. For now, just enjoy the view,” you said. Just when your face was starting to cool down, you felt y/n put her chin on your shoulder. This time, your face didn’t heat up, you smiled. It was going well so far.

After about 10 minutes, you had reached the restaurant that Archie had said to go to. Y/n got off, while you parked it. After the two of you made your way into the restaurant. “Wow! You chose a nice restaurant,” y/n said. You thanked her, even though the choice was Archie’s, not yours. You’ll just thank him when you go back home. The two of you walked over to a two-seater table and y/n was about to sit down when it hit you. It wouldn’t be chivalrous for you to just let her sit down. So you stopped her and took out the chair for her and she sat. She was about to pull the chair in when you did it for her. Then you took a seat across from her. You grabbed the menu and looked through the various foods. There were soups, salads and then your eyes lit up when you saw pasta. “Do you want pasta?” you asked, looking up from the menu, at y/n. “I don’t mind,” y/n said. “Which one do you want?” you asked, turning the menu so that she can see. You didn’t know what y/n would want, so you just asked her, plus she might be allergic to something that you choose or just not eat certain types of ingredients. Like some people are gluten-free. She looked at the menu and then asked, “Maybe the macadamia pesto pappardelle? Wait you aren’t allergic to nuts, are you?” “Nope! It sounds good. Nice choice,” you said. Then a waiter came over to you and asked what you would like to order. You noticed that you had seen him somewhere, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. You got out of your thoughts and order and he walked away. “I’m sorry if you found my choice of food, well you know,” y/n said. “It’s okay. I’m guessing you are a vegetarian or a vegan?” you said since you knew that they didn’t eat meat, and she had chosen an option that wasn’t popular on the menu. “Yeah, I just don’t like the idea of eating animals,” y/n explained. From that, you and y/n started talking and finding out a lot about each other.

After you had finished dinner, you both went to the front to pay. You took out your card to pay while y/n did the same. “Are you guys splitting the bill, or is one of you going to pay?” the employee asked. “I’m going to pay,” you and y/n replied at the same time. “Y/n, you bought the book, I buy you dinner. That was the deal,” you said. Taking advantage of her pause, you quickly tapped your card on the machine. She sighed and put her card back into her purse. “Let’s go,” you said, heading out of the restaurant while y/n followed behind.

You started the Vespa and y/n sat on. “Ride safely,” y/n said. “Will do,” you replied, and rode off into the night. It was a silent ride, but not awkward, comfortable. You were about to break the silence, but y/n beat you to it. “Uh, Douxie, maybe you want to go a bit more faster,” she said to you, as she showed you the time. It was 9:55, you needed to hurry. You nodded and sped up a little. You were halfway across the bridge when something jumped in front in front of you. You halted the Vespa to a stop. The thing that had jumped in front of you was huge and had red and orange eyes, that was staring at us. A troll, and none other than Bular. He came towards us, scraping the floor with his sword. “What is that?” you whispered, trying to sound like you didn't know what it was. “Two little flesh bags out and about at night, make tasty meals,” Bular said. “I do not want to be a tasty meal,” y/n whispered. “It has been so long since I had a human for dinner,” Bular said. He kept coming forward. “Douxie, what do we do?” y/n whispered to you. You could hear the fear in her voice and you had to protect her, it was a promise that you made to her brother. “We have to distract him,” you whispered back. “How?” she asked. “I didn’t think that far,” you replied.

Instead, you tried to start up the engine, but it didn’t work, no fuel. You wanted to curse your Vespa right now, but there was a more dire problem right now. “We have to run," you said. You got off the Vespa and looked at Bular. You didn’t want him to recognize you right now. If he did then his desire to kill you would increase, since you had fought with him at the Battle of Killahead Bridge, 9 centuries ago. “I’m sorry lad! But you won’t be having dinner tonight!” you shouted at Bular. Bular roared and ran towards us. You grabbed y/n’s hand and said, “Do you trust me?” She nodded. You ran to the edge of the bridge and jumped down, taking y/n down with you. You landed perfectly, but then you heard a groan behind you. You turned to see, what the matter was. You saw that y/n was holding her ankle in pain. “Y/n! Are you alright?” you asked, getting worried. She did a thumbs up to you, smiling. It looked forced she wasn’t fine. Then at the worst times, Bular jumped in front of you. In a flash, you picked up y/n bridal style and ran. “Sorry y/n, the dinner didn’t go as planned,” you apologized. “It’s okay,” y/n said, peeking over your shoulder, probably to check if Bular was following or not.

You kept running until you had reached y/n’s house. You walked up the stairs and saw that the door was slightly opened. You kicked it open, to see that Jim was sitting on the edge of the couch. He jumped up off the couch and ran towards the two of you. “Y/n! What took you so long? I was worried sick!” Jim exclaimed. “I’m fine,” y/n said. “You are not fine. You are literally in Douxie’s arms for a reason,” Jim said. “It’s her ankle,” you said. “What did you do?” Jim asked, glaring at you. “Nothing! We ran into... trouble. Her ankle started to hurt, so yeah,” you explained. Jim nodded. You set y/n down and waved goodbye. From the corner of your eye, you saw that Jim was glaring at you. You quickly got out of their house and headed down the street.

You checked around to see if anyone was around. When you saw no one, you teleported back to your Vespa. You found out that Bular was gone, so you took your Vespa and teleported to your apartment. Once you were back inside your apartment, you kicked your shoes off and jumped onto your bed. Then Archie walked in. “Doux? Are you okay?” Archie asked. “Yeah... nope,” you replied. “What happened?” Archie asked, jumping onto the bed. “The dinner was good, by the way, the restaurant was very nice, but when we were heading back... Bular tried to kill us. In the process of escaping, y/n’s ankle got worse and when I got to her house, Jim looked very mad at me,” you explained. “And on top of that, I broke a promise.” Archie just nodded. “Well, I think that you should just go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be a better day,” Archie suggested. “I can’t, I have to practice my guitar, for tomorrow’s concert,” you said, getting up and walking to your guitar and started practicing.

After about an hour of practice, your eyelids got heavy, so you had no choice to go to bed.

You woke up the next morning, a bit earlier than you usually do, and got dressed. You walked out of your bedroom and into your kitchen. Archies was already up, and he was sitting on top of the counter. “Good morning Doux,” Archie said. “Morning,” you said. “I have made you coffee,” Archie said, handing you a mug of coffee, “Thanks, Arch. Wait how did you make a coffee? Your just a cat!” you asked. “That’s my secret and secrets are not supposed to be told!” Archie scoffed. You rolled your eyes and gulped down the coffee, getting your guitar and bag and heading out.

You rode your way to school. It was quiet at this time. You walked your way to the band room, seeing that all your bandmates were already there. “Hey, guys! Let’s get started on practice,” you said. “Hey Doux! So how was your dinner, with y/n?” Jack asked. “Oh...um...good!” you replied. “Douxie! You had dinner with y/n! Dude, your lucky,” Henry, the drummer, commented. “Did you tell everyone?” you asked Jack. “Not everyone, just the band,” Jack replied. “Uhh!” you moaned, facepalming. “Don’t worry Douxie. We will not tease you,” Jason, the other guitarist, and the singer reassured you, glaring at the others. Jason didn’t like it when someone gets teased, even if it is just friendly teasing. “C’mon Jason! Where’s the fun in that?!” Jack whined. After another round of whining from Jack and Henry, you all started to rehearse.

After about an hour of rehearsal, you packed your stuff up and secretly teleported your guitar back to your apartment, so you didn’t have to carry it after school. All of you walked out of the band room, going to their usual gossip spots or wherever they went before the first period.

Jason walked beside you, since you two, we're in the same class first period. “Hey, didn’t you need to ask y/n out?” Jason asked, elbowing you in the ribs. “Huh? Do you mean to ask her to come to the concert?” you asked. “Yeah,” Jason replied. “Well I haven’t yet, but I will,” you said. “Well, I see her right there!” Jason exclaimed, pointing to y/n, she was walking in the opposite direction. “Go and ask her out, Doux.” “I’m not asking her out, just inviting her,” you hissed at Jason. He just smirked and shoved you towards y/n’s direction. “Hey y/n!” you shouted, running to her. She spun around, while one of her friends whispered something to her. As you got closer, she greeted you, “Hey, Douxie!” “So from yesterday, is your ankle alright?” you asked, starting a normal conversation, waiting for the right moment to ask her. “Yeah. I’m sorry that my brother was so rude yesterday. He was mad at you, for not keeping your promise,” y/n said. “It’s okay. I’m to blame for though, I promised Jim you would be in great care, and I broke that promise,” you admitted, looking down on the ground, feeling ashamed. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault, plus I’m fine now,” y/n reassured you. You shook your head. You were to blame, you had promised that you would take care of her, but you didn’t. You just made her ankle worse. Tears started to form in your eyes, and they dropped to the ground. Y/n up her hand on your shoulder, “Douxie, I’m fine,” y/n said, which made you look up, “See?” She jumped up and down a couple of times to prove her point. “I’m fine,” she repeated, putting her hand back on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. Then, you knew it was time to ask her. You took her hands into yours and looked her in the eyes. “Well can you come to my concert tonight?” you asked. “What time?” she asked. “8:30, at the square,” you replied. “I’ll be there,” she said. “Great!” you grinned and from your excitement, you kissed her cheek, which made her blush a little. You waved goodbye, going the opposite direction, back to Jason. Jason was starring at you, shocked at what he just saw. “You freaking just kissed y/n on the cheek!” Jason exclaimed. He patted you on the back. “It was out of excitement that she said that she’ll come,” you explained. “But why did you invite her half an hour early?” Jason asked. “Well because I want to give her a backstage tour,” you explained. “Okay,” Jason said, then the two of you walked to class.

You were walking over to your bike, to only see a crowd, surrounding someone. You peeked over people’s shoulders and saw that people were crowded around y/n. She looked worried when a girl asked, “Is it true that Douxie kissed you?” Oh, fuzzbuckets! They learned you kissed y/n! You saw a lot more people starting to shoot her questions, she looked like she was going to faint at this point. You pushed through the crowd and grabbed her out of there. She looked up at you. “You alright?” you asked. “Yeah, but my mental state, not so much,” she replied. “People asking too many questions?” you asked, giving her a sympathetic smile. You knew what it was like since so many people asked you questions all day. She nodded. Suddenly, the crowd started surrounded the two of you and started to shoot questions at both of you. “Are you guys dating?” a girl asked. “When did you guys get together?” another asked. For the first time in your life at Arcadia Oaks Academy, you felt insecure answering those questions. Y/n looked up at you, her face full of hope that you would have a plan. You just smiled and took her hand and ran through the crowd, towards the bikes. You both grabbed yours and rides away. When the coast was clear, you stopped. “I don’t know how you do it, managing such a big crowd at school,” she said. “I just do, love,” you said. “Thank you Douxie, for saving me from all those people,” she said. “No problem. You still coming to my concert, right?” you asked, hoping the people didn’t rattle her too much that she wouldn’t come to the concert. She nodded. Phew!

“Doux, I think you have to go. My brother is coming towards us, and I don’t think he’s in the mood to see you right now,” y/n warned you, pointing towards her brother and Toby. “I agree. See you tonight,” you said, giving y/n a salute and rode off the opposite direction to your apartment. You barged into your apartment, which startled Archie, making him jump. “Sorry Arch!” you shouted and went into your room, to get started on homework. After finishing your homework, you got ready for the concert. “Archie! I’ll be back by 10,” you said, walking out of the door. “That’s what you said yesterday, but you didn’t, since you ran into trouble,” Archie said. “Well this time I will,” you said, closing the door. You got your bike and rode over to the square since your apartment wasn’t far from the square. You saw the Jason was already there, starting to set up. “Hey Jason!” you called out. “Hey, Douxie! The others are at Sam’s as well as our backup guitarist! So head over there!” Jason yelled at you. You placed your guitar on the stage and rode over to Sam’s. Who is the backup guitarist?

Once you had reached Sam’s, you saw Jack, Henry, and a guy you didn’t recognize. You walked in and sat in front of Jack and the guy you didn’t know and next to Henry. “Hey Doux. This is Tyler, our backup guitarist,” Henry introduced you. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said, giving Jack a quick look that asked if he was the same Tyler that had a huge crush on y/n. Jack nodded. “Tyler this is Douxie, well his actual name is Hisirdoux, but he likes to be called Douxie,” Henry said to Tyler. “Hey Douxie, nice to meet you as well,” Tyler said. You just nodded and pasted on a smile, not wanting to be rude. “So how did you guys find Tyler?” you asked. “We saw him practicing his guitar in the music room, and he was awesome! So we thought, why not ask him to be our backup guitarist?” Henry explained. “I’ve seen you around school Douxie, you seem pretty popular. You charm the girls,” Tyler commented, taking a sip from his drink. “Yeah, I guess. I just kinda have that talent, but it’s not intentional, it just happens naturally,” you said. “Mhm, so you can help me with a certain someone then?” Tyler asked. “Um...I’ll try,” you replied. Before he could continue, you quickly checked the time and interrupted, “We should head back to the square, we still need to set up.” All of them nodded, and we all headed back. When you all were back at the square, you could see some people starting to come. You helped out Jason, trying to avoid Tyler from asking you to help him with a ‘certain someone.

Once you had finished setting up, you looked at the time, it was just 10 minutes until 8:30.

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #douxie’s POV

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reannabeth · 3 years ago

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Couple more tiny complaints about Rott that no one cares about, but I just gotta get them off my chest.

RET-CONNING

there’s the most obvious example of this: the resetting of the entire series to be done once again but differently. So many different levels of wrong here, but we all know that by now so I’ll just move on.

The center of the universe thing? Goes against one of the first episodes of 3 Below, where Krel says the center of the universe is actually far far away from Earth, least of all, California. That was stupid anyway.

Why the frick-frack tic-tac paddywhack did the heartstone come back, full commission? You’re telling me Jim and Claire and the whole of Trollmarket had to endure a long, tiring journey TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE US, only for it to jump up into bellroc’s waiting arms? W H Y

((Also, I still really wish they’d done a season 4 of trollhunters about that journey and such. Like, c’mon. Such an interesting concept, and we could’ve seen more troll interactions and Jim leaning into his trollish ways a bit more. I want more of troll!jim anyway, because I needed more time to get used to his new voice))

Don’t even get me started on time-travel. Why? Why did they feel the need to include it, AGAIN? We had d’aja vu, unbecoming, and Wizards. Now this too? I mean, COME ON. Why isn’t there two Jims? Why can’t everyone else go too? Is it a different timeline now?

And destiny too! Apparently the amulet didn’t choose Jim for his pure heart, just for him being human. This makes Unbecoming less impactful and simultaneously makes Merlin out to be even more of a buttsnack (am I supposed to be sad that he died?)

now for the long one: CHARACTERS

Douxie: horribly side-lined, other than that, his character was pretty spot-on and I love him all the more for it. That being said: WHY WASN’T HE A MAIN PLAYER? C’MON!! HE IS NINE FREAKING CENTURIES OLD!!

Claire: Kind of reduced to “oh no J I M” again. She’s so experienced now (somehow) and yet they sideline her too? They are cowards for not almost having her die, and even more cowardly for not making her hair all the way white.

Toby: Toby was the wingman, and proud to be. He never wanted to be the main man, so the fact that they chose him to be the new trollhunter was stupid and I will forever be bitter about that. He was proud of being moral support, and he could’ve still helped in the minimal ways he does. Or they could’ve just let him die. Would’ve been a real ballsy move, me thinks.

Nomura: :’(((

Strickler: Love him, but he’s stupid. His death (and Nomura’s for that matter) were totally and completely avoidable and DANGIT I wanted a Stricklake wedding 😡

Barbara: Where the frick did she even go? Would’ve been cool if she was on the sidelines, helping with injuries and such.

Not!Enrique: Gone :(

Same with Chompsky

Zoe: *cries in so much potential*

Aja: Actually pretty intelligent, yet made out to be harsh? Her points were valid what the fuzzbuckets

Steve: No explanation needed. Hate Mpreg with a passion. Killing off potential.

Eli: glow-up and sidelined

Krel: My boy was side-lined so hard, I’m pretty sure he was just goofing around in akiridion for a while

Varvatos: honestly didn’t need more of him, he was fine :D

Skrael: Wanted him to turn sides, ended up cheering his death

Nari: bby N O

Bellroc: wish I understood them more. Kind of two-dimensional

Jim: boy, I freaking love this kid. He’s definitely one of my favorite characters of all time, ever. So to say I am mad about his characterization in this movie is the understatement of the year. SO many things off about him in this.

1. Voice. I barely got used to it for his troll-form, as I mentioned before. This movie didn’t help much. I appreciate the thought that Emile was Anton’s friend, but the truth of the matter is that his voice simply does not fit the way Anton’s did. Either they should’ve tried to make it sound like Anton (mixing in some sounds from trollhunters, or getting a vocal coach) or they should’ve found someone that sounds like him.

2. His role. Why, oh WHY, was he the head honcho in this movie? Huh? He was the TROLLHUNTER. These are NOT trolls!! This was more of Claire and Douxie’s expertise, or even Zoe (I am still crushed they didn’t involve her, btw). Even at the end of Trollhunters, Jim was no match for Morgana. Why is everyone following his lead? Especially now that he doesn’t have his amulet. It just does not make sense. At all.

3. His Arc. The truth of the matter is Jim’s character has been very thoroughly explored already. He already went through the whole why was I chosen? bout in unbecoming. The teamwork thing, too. Both of which were very poorly handled in this movie. And not to mention, his lack of empathy overall. When Douxie finally got his body back after the switch (which seemed very draining and excruciating), Jim immediately grilled him about Nari’s council instead of checking in on his friend/new brother figure. That is so out of character for him, wow. When Nari died, he pulled Douxie back (so did others, but still). What exactly was the purpose of that? Is Jim this all-knowing leader that you have to listen to? NO! Douxie is 9 centuries his senior.

4. Giving up the amulet. It seems for all this movie’s messages, it even happens to ret-con those as well. Jim spent the whole movie trying to be worthy of having the amulet, and for a dashing moment, the pay off was worth it! Seeing him use it again sent chills all over my body. And then he gave up and shifted the responsibility to his best friend, who had just died in the other timeline, and decided to help from the sidelines. What kind of message even is that? Imagine kids like, “Oh yeah, Mommy! I’ll be just like Jim, step off to the sidelines and have you do my project and take the fall if it goes wrong! Have fun!” Like,,, w h a t.

5. Leaving Claire. I am especially mad about this one. As beautiful and heart-wrenching that good-bye moment was, it was completely and utterly unnecessary and I actually found myself unable to feel super bad for them, simply because there was the simplest solution:

GO BACK IN TIME TO BEFORE THE EVENTS OF THE MOVIE HAPPENED!!!

Why did they start all the way over? Just… why. W H Y

I just wanted closure. teamwork and rainbows and slicey-slice and sprinkle of death, and then college graduation and stricklake wedding and the end. But NoOoOo

They just had to be all revolutionary, using one of the oldest and most hated tropes since the beginning of mankind.

#animation was stunning tho #the first 30 mins of the movie was actually good #which made the downfall hurt even more #rott rant to the extreme #i think this actually may be my first posted one #outside of friend chats and such #says I’ll say a few words: 10 paragraphs later:#oops sorry #rott #jim lake jr deserved better #douxie deserved better #jlaire deserved better

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pftones3482 · 4 years ago

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Some general thoughts on Wizards (spoilers ahead, obvi):

- The cinematography? Superb. The voice acting? Phenomenal. The colors???? *chefs kiss*

- I adore how Archie's character turned out. From the small clips we got of him, I was afraid he was gonna be a jerk, but he was actually VERY loving and protective of Douxie (and his father was precious)

- IDC what DreamWorks tries to say, Steven Q. Palchuck is bisexual. No straight man gets knocked tf out and then starts whimpering for his best dude friend over his girlfriend

- Merlin is and always will be an ass hat, I don't care how much Douxie loved him, I smiled when he died. You put my children through too much to get any other reaction from me

- I really loved????? Getting to see Blinky and Arrrgh meet???? That was so cute????????

- Can we pause for a second and admire that Claire's hair, while pulled back in a bun, still had loose and stray pieces visible? The only unrealistic thing was that it wasn't constantly falling out lmao

- I was....disappointed in Krel's role. I knew he wasn't coming in until later, but even then it just kind of felt like he was tossed in at the last second as just a "oh yeah the aliens series happened, here he is." I miss his genius and his DJ-ing 😔

- Shannon only got 8 seconds of screen time but I adore her

- The exchange "You fight like a girl." "No, but I know someone who does." *enter Lady of the Lake* SENT ME. We stan Steve getting character development. Its hard to remember that I disliked him at one point

- The complications of Morgana and Arthur's relationship. Idk I just enjoyed the obvious turmoil on both parts.

- Fucking???? Daya?????? A queen. I loved her (Daia?? How do spell)

- Men! Being! Allowed! To cry!!!!

-The doorway to the Lady of the Lake being a play on the two trolls behind the doors in trollmarket (I forget their names rip). It sounded like they even got the same voice actors?????

- I forgot how much I missed Draal and Vendel until I saw them again. Rip

- I really liked the weird Claire/Douxie/Steve family relationship that unfolded??? Like honestly? Precious. Wasn't expecting it, but am fully here for it.

- Coach's "Well the world is ending....again. Class is canceled" lmao give these poor citizens a break they're so tired

- Steve finally got a weapon!! And its dope!!! Honestly I could talk about Steve's character development all day. I'm using so much restraint rn

- I really liked all the easter eggs and nods to previous seasons and episodes. It was so much fun to pick them all out

- Jim is FINALLY human again. Ironic that Merlin died and he almost immediately turned back 🤔 I am not gonna lie, it'll take some getting used to, but I appreciate him and Claire being the same size again lol

- I loved Douxie way more than I anticipated. Like I didn't think I'd dislike him, but by the end I was ready to fight for that boy. He deserves all the good things, we stan

#wizards spoilers #dreamworks wizards #wizards #trollhunters #tales of arcadia

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musicalskater59 · 4 years ago

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Daylight December: Knight

It only felt like a few months ago when we first fought the Arcane Order. December rolling in faster than any of us would expect. Everyone tried their best to make everything go back to normal. All of us trying to celebrate the season with one another the best we could with doom looming over us in the mere future. But after so much had changed, it was obvious even with the festivities that there were side effects to the battles all of us have fought.

But I think there was one specific person out of all of us that was affected the most.

"I'm s-sorry." I shushed Jim as I felt his chest shake as I held him close against me. My arms looping around the crying teen as his head buried itself into my shoulder.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." I reached up with my right hand to comb my fingers through Jim's hair as the sound of laughter could be heard distantly downstairs. The action causing the boy to murmur as he tightened his hold on me.

"It's just so fucking loud."

"I know." I scratched at his scalp as his fingers clutched tightly on my old Hamlet sweater.

"I shouldn't be-."

"It's okay, Jim." He whimpered as he nuzzled himself into my shoulder.

"But it's not."

"Jim," I pulled back from him as he gave out a small whimper. I unwrapped my arms from him so I could place my hands on his cheeks so he was forced to look at me. His teary blue eyes locking with my hazel ones as a soft smile graced my lips. "It's okay. You're getting used to everything still. You've switched from being human to troll to human again within a matter of a year. There are going to be side effects. There are going to be hurdles you'll need to face. This is just one of them. But I never left you before, why would I leave you now?"

"Because you could be celebrating with everyone you love?"

"Without you? The one I love more than anything? As fucking if, Lake." He chuckled as a small smile took over his face. The first I have seen in hours.

"What would I do without you?" I let out a soft giggle as I knocked my forehead gently against his.

"I have no clue." I pulled back from him before moving so I could lay down on the bed we were sitting on. "How about we lay here for a little bit? Until you get used to everything?" Without a single word, Jim moved so he was laying down beside me. His cheek placing itself onto my shoulder as my hand reached up to toy with his hair once more.

Jim's been through hell. That could be one of the easiest truths that could be muttered out into the world that no one could deny.

I heard him muttered something into my neck as he let out a soft sigh.

Going from a normal teen to a veteran of a mythical war would cause effects on anyone. Let alone someone that gave up their humanity so that he could save the rest of it.

I scratched at his scalp once more as a gentle murmur came from the boy.

I know that he must think that's he's weak. When he was without a weapon, without the amulet, he thought that he was nothing. That he was useless. Even after Excaliber chose him as its wielder, I know that it wasn't the same within his eyes. He wasn't the Trollhunter anymore. He no longer had the amulet.

I leaned my head against his as I felt a soft smile appear on my face.

But it doesn't matter to me. He could be trollish or human. He could wield the amulet or Excaliber, it doesn't change one simple face.

He's still my knight.

I turned my head so I could place a small kiss on the side of his head. A smile on my face as he looped an arm around my waist.

Forever and always.

#trollhunters #jlaire #toa wizards #daylightdecember #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #prompt knight #karma's fanfiction #jim x claire #luñez

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nattikay · 4 years ago

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Do you miss it?

Based on a prompt by @nb-demon in which Jim is “fixed” via a stone that allows him to shift forms like a changeling....except uh probably not exactly what you had in mind because hoo boy do I stand by the idea that troll!Jim does not need to be “fixed” whoop ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ao3 link

Jim turned the smooth stone over in his hand. It shimmered lightly in a way not unlike the sheen of the blue stone in his amulet. The amulet that had changed his life forever when it called out his name nearly forty years ago.

“I’ve been…researching transformation magic,” Douxie the wizard had told him when he presented the stone. “Because of the way Merlin’s potion worked, it can never be truly reversed…but this should allow you to take a human appearance at your leisure. Like a changeling without the need for a familiar. In case…in case you miss it.”

“O-oh,” Jim had stammered as he accepted the gift, pocketing it gently. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t this. “T…thanks. That’s…really thoughtful of you.”

Douxie nodded. “I thought it was only fair. It took a long time to develop, but…I figured you should have the chance to choose the form in which you live without the threat of evil breathing down you neck. Let me know if you have any problems.”

And with that he simply left, off to take care of whatever business wizards do. Jim, too, had duties to tend to, and for the next few hours left the stone in the back of his pocket and mind.

That had been this morning. Now Jim was sitting alone in his home, perched on the lip of his bathtub as he carefully examined the magical stone.

Did he miss being human? He wasn’t sure. Sure, there were days—the particularly tough days that trollhunting lent itself to—when he yearned for the nostalgic days of his human childhood, racing bikes with Toby and eating dinner with his mom. But those days were so far behind him. So much had changed. He had changed—and not just in the obvious ‘I’m partially a different species’ way. He’d grown up, made new memories and experiences.

Jim glanced up into the mirror across the floor, studying his face. His features were a bit more mature—jaw stronger, shoulders broader, scruff thicker—but despite fast-approaching his 53rd birthday, he looked remarkably similar to how he had the day he defeated Gunmar. He supposed his troll half was responsible for that. Trolls, after all, generally lived for many centuries. He hadn’t asked many ages, but he knew that Blinky, at least, was over 600. Whether he would make it as long as a full-fledged troll, only time would tell—but it certainly seemed he’d outlive most humans.

Claire, too, no longer looked her age. When she began officially training in sorcery she had gained a wizard’s longevity. Though she certainly appeared more mature than the teenager she’d been when she first began to dabble in the magical world, no one would guess just by looking at her that she was really in her early 50s. In fact, when they were alone together, a part of Jim almost genuinely forgot their true ages.

Of the original trio, only Toby showed the true passage of time. He’d kept remarkably upbeat and positive as his ginger-brown hair grayed and his face wrinkled, but while their friendship remained true, Jim knew that this gap would continue to widen until one day it would reach a length he could not cross.

Jim’s brows furrowed. His heart ached to think of loosing his lifelong best friend to human age when he, as a half-troll, still had so much life left to live.

He glanced back down at the smooth stone in his hands. Did he miss being human?

Had he been presented with this opportunity before, he would have leaped at it. He had made the choice to go half-troll—with the imminent threat of Gunmar and Morgana, it had felt necessary. And, indeed, the improved strength, speed, and stamina he gained from it certainly helped win the battle.

But once the battle had been won? Well, there had been a lot to get used to. After a lifetime of barely even noticing whether or not the sun was out, suddenly needing to avoid it was a jarring adjustment. His entire palate and nutritional needs changed and his body both felt and looked so strange, so foreign. With the need for trollish strength and speed over, it would have been so much easier, so much more comfortable and familiar to revert to a human form, had it been possible.

But…

It had actually been years since Jim had to worry about the sun. As the Trollhunter he had access to a variety of stones he could add to his amulet to grant special abilities, including one that immunized him to the trollish sunlight weakness. It was still wise to be careful, and limit his time in the sun if and when possible, but nonetheless the workaround had been effective.

While he was no longer found enjoyment in some of his old favorite foods, he’s found new favorites. It had taken a fair while of experimenting to find the balance of his new palate, and now he couldn’t imagine not being able to eat his spiced metal-mouse stew that had taken Trollmarket by storm.

And his body…well, it had taken adjustments, but after a while he had come to accept it as it was. Claire had helped a lot with that.

Claire. Her love for him had not wavered for an instant, no matter what he looked like. In fact, he recalled her bashfully admitting not long after beginning their exodus to New Jersey, she rather liked his new appearance. Yes, she’d insisted, even the horns and the teeth and the blue skin.

This year would be their 35th wedding anniversary.

They’d even had children together, all four of whom had now grown and left the nest, but still visited frequently. They had been fully bracing themselves for the thought that this would not be possible—would a half-troll still be able to have a baby with a human, or would he be like a mule, unable to breed?

Finding out Claire was pregnant for the first time was one of the most exciting moments of his life…though even that could not compare to the day their daughter was born nine months later, looking surprisingly normal save for unusual pinkish coloration that never quite went away and the two tiny bumps on her little head that would later grow into stubby horns.

Jim turned the stone over in his hands again and again. His life had turned out pretty well, all things considered. Would it have been better if he were human?

This should allow you to take a human appearance at your leisure, Douxie had said. Like a changeling without the need for a familiar.

Like a changeling…so nothing permanent. He’d be able to switch back if he changed his mind. So what could be the harm in…trying?

Jim closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused on the magic in the stone. He felt himself shifting…

…and opened his eyes to see an older, startlingly human man staring back at him in the mirror.

Jim examined the appearance in shock. He hadn’t seen himself as a human since he was sixteen years old. Of course this form would look different now. Even still, seeing it for real…

He was about half a foot shorter than he’d been before, his dark hair grayed. He’d lost his scruff but kept his sideburns, as well a shadow of hair around his mouth and chin that suggested he ought to shave (unless he wanted to start growing the beard). His skin, though wrinkled, was soft and decidedly not blue.

He was surprised how strange and fragile he felt in this body. In fact, it almost felt as strange as that day he’d woken up on his mother’s couch as a half-troll for the first time…

With a start, Jim suddenly realized that at this point in his life, he’d spent more time as a half-troll than he had as a human. Being half-troll was more normal to him than being human.

“Jim!” a familiar call came from the front door as Claire walked into the underground house. “Are you home? Laura’s here to visit!”

Jim grinned, shaking his head lightly as he reached out to the magic in the stone, re-assuming his half-troll appearance.

“In here, I’ll be out in a minute,” he called back, leaving the stone on the sink as he left to greet his wife and youngest daughter.

No, his life had not been perfect. He’d gone through more than his share of hardships, both before and after finding the amulet, before and after turning half-troll. But it wasn’t without the happy times, either. Throughout all his challenges, he’d been surrounded by friends and family, love and support. Each obstacle he’d faced and overcome helped shape him into who he was today.

Despite the hardships, in the end, he was happy. His life didn’t need fixing. It merely needed living.

And if he could go back, he would’t change a thing.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #troll jim #fanfic #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#gotta go to aikido now so I don't have time to edit and therefore apologize in advance for typos and the like

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gotmilk5101520 · 4 years ago

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 14 Return of the Trollhunter

Now we begin the second half of season 1 (It’s actually season 2 but we don’t talk about that)

“Holy moly!”

Toby survives that.

“What the heck was-?”

“Huh?” We now return to your daily schedule bizarre adventures.

“Hop on!”

“Adios, fire cat”

“Hey, maybe save the jokes for when we aren’t gonna die” Well it sounded cool in his head.

“I can’t believe you took that stupid rock to your science class!”

“First, it’s not a rock. It’s a volcanic slag”

“And how was i suppose to know there was a flaming monster hiding in it?”

“You bought a magic rock off a troll named “Marvin the Monster Dealer” What did you think would happen, Tobes?” What happened before this moment?

“Um, Master Jim, you said this was a luminaire”

“When that is obviously an infernal hellheeti” Getting away with saying hell.

“Should i punch it?”

“Can i punch it?”

“Yes!” “No!”

“I was going to add, make sure you do not feed the fire by attacking it!”

“Opps” Punching doesn’t solve everything.

Jim uses Water Breathing. Tanjiro would be proud.

“Uh, guys, the fire hydrant-”

“Close enough”

Just keep walking.

Why is the opening still the same, even though Bular is dead now?

“Morning mom”

“Hi”

“Made your favorite breakfast”

“Sorry, kiddo, in a rush”

Should i be glad that Miraculous Ladybug doesn’t have something like this? It would be painful to watch. Fortunately, everyone in Miraculous Ladybug is stupid.

“I mean, it’s been like a month” Wait it’s been a month since last episode? So what have they been doing in a month?

“I don’t know how to fix this unless i tell her the truth”

“But if i do, they’ll send me to the crazy house” Hey, you told Claire, and she didn’t send you to the crazy house. Well she was tempted to do that cause you weren’t making any sense, but she didn’t.

“They fixed your tooth” Why did it take this long for Steve’s tooth to get fixed? I doubt all of the first half happened in a single month.

“I heard he was run out of town by the mob”

“I heard he got a mail-order bride and moved to North Korea”

“As if. Where do you think Mr. Strickler went, Jimmy-Jam. After all, he was dating your mom”

“Why does everyone keep bringing this up?!”

“Guys, this is my brother, and NotEnrique’s driving me nuts”

“You know how many times i have to change him?”

“He knows how to use a toilet”

“He chooses the diaper” “Yeah? Well at least you didn’t have to shove your hand in stinking diapers, and have it still stink to this day” “Ugh. Why does it still still stink? Have you washed your hands?” “Yes! 100 times since i got home with my cold McDonald’s French Fries” “Well excuse me, prince” “It’s well excuse me, princess!” “Are you two gonna kiss right now?” “Shut up Toby!”

“You spend so much time with Lake, you’re practically swimming in him” That’s what she said.

“We’re just friends. End of story” Wait, did- Did Claire just Adrien Agrested Jim? Goddamn it Adrien! Your Just a Friending made it’s way to Arcadia and got Claire. I hope you’re happy.

“Okay, people, who can tell me what happened in the year 1989?”

“No, seriously, i don’t remember. It was a crazy year” Let’s see. What video games came out that year.

“Really, Palchuk? That’s it. I’m dating your mom” “No, no, wait!”

Okay hold on. Why does it take a month for Claire to see Trollmarket? Out-of-Universe reason i can understand. You want to do a one month skip, and we all want to Claire’s reaction to Trollmarket. Could you imagine Claire going to Trollmarket off-screen? We get a few mentions of it here and there, but we never see her full reaction. I can understand the out of universe reason. But what i don’t understand is the In-Universe reason. Like Jim told Claire the truth a month ago. There’s no reason to keep anything a secret with her. Like why? A month to progress all of this? Cause i think it would take Claire a week at most to take it all in. Slower than when J- Never mind.

“Now, you’re gonna want to start drawing a semi-circle”

“Oh! You have it. Okay, never mind” Easier than me drawing an actually circle.

“It’s... It’s lively. Shit that’s Aja’s thing!”

He pets.

“Jim told me you helped him face Draal”

“And slay Bular” Wait Jim explained the entire first half of the season to Claire? Where are the fucking fanfics?

“And that Vespa!”

“Best birthday ever. Except for the part where Jim gets chased by a Stalkling” “That is something i want to forget”

“You’ve read A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore?”

“Volumes 1 through 47 It took me a while to decipher the symbols”

“But once i got past the Fifth Declension, i started to get the hang of it” It’s embarrassing when your (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) girlfriend knows more about Troll Lore than you.

“She read the book!”

“She read the book! Master Jim, i love my daughter in law!” “Wait what?”

“She’s a flower” Mood.

Always have a drink before you continue.

“I accepted a human Trollhunter’

“And allowed the pudgy one to stay for moral support” Toby is the moral support boyfriend. Claire is the moral support girlfriend. See? Two different roles.

“But this? A third?”

“It’s an infestation!” Hey they’re not rabbits where they multiple every 5 seconds. Then again, Jim and Claire- Never mind again.

*Talks in Troll*

“She speaks Troll”

“And Trollmarket is honored to have you as well”

“Oh, Blinkous! If only the amulet had chosen such a learned and delightful fleshbag”

“Hey!” Trollhunter Claire au.

“That was awesome, Claire”

“Vendel loves you and he hates everyone!” I said it once, and i’ll say it again: Vendel is the most relatable character in this series.

Where did this light came from?

“Hopefully, this will give the girl some closure”

“She does understand why we cannot allow the bridge to open?”

“Well, you said it yourself, we’d be fools to open the bridge and risk letting Gunmar out”

“Right, Jim?”

“Oh, of course”

“We’d be crazy to do that“ Yeah... A crazy fool, heheheheh...

“Hey buddy, it’s your sis”

”Don’t you start thinking i’ve forgotten about you”

“We’re gonna get you back. I promise”

“See you soon, little chicharron”

*Cries in Troll*

“I need to share a word with our Trollhunter” That’s what it’‘s like when dad wants to talk to you alone. Then again, i don’t have a dad so...

“Hey, Draal? It’s strange, but i feel like i’ve seen you before. Have we met?” “Uh...”

“No. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else”

“Hate to be there when we have to rebuild Jim, right?”

“What a mess”

“Well, i just grossed myself out” We’ll see about that in Wizards.

“You fight in an arena surrounded by the remains of dead Trollhunters?”

“That is...”

“The most heroic thing i’ve ever seen. If their ghosts talked, then it be like Mulan”

“Sometimes, the heart leads you down paths you should not cross”

“How did you-?”

“Figure it out?”

“Your devotion to this girl is as obvious as Marinette’s feelings for Adrien. WHICH IS STILL DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!”

“But you know the danger”

“If you went in alone, you’d be killed”

“Which is why we will answer every call”

“You said i have to answer every call. Now-“

“Wait, did you just say “We”?”

“Aaarrrgghh and i discussed it. We knew you were going in, with or without our approval”

“But... If Claire’s brother is important to you, then he’s important to us”

“For folly or for fraught”

“We are a team”

*Cries in Troll again*

“Is this normal?”

“Nothing’s normal around here”

“Get used to it, sister” Translation: “Welcome to your new life”

“But only a Trollhunter can wield Daylight”

“We are Trollhunters!”

“Oh, man! Now, i’m dead!”

“That stupid Soothscryer killed me in the Forge” He thought Bular would kill him. But nope, instead it’s the fucking Soothscryer.

“What do you mean, he’s in the Void?”

“The Void sounds like a very empty word. A bad word” I hear the Void is very welcoming.

“Yeah. And are these happy ghosts we’re talking about here”

“Or Mulan’s ghost family?”

“He is now under the spiritual guidance of”

“Master Trollhunters”

“Ghost guidance counselors?”

“So, it is like Mulan”

“Wow! So trolls and ghosts exist”

“What’s next? A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“Fairies?”

“Fairies? Preposterous!”

“Fairies lost the war to the pixies centuries ago” Hate to meet these pixies, right?

“But if we’re going in, they said the only way we’re getting out alive is if we kill Gunmar” Well that’s a bigger lie than any lie Lila can make.

“And with Strickler gone, maybe we have a chance”

Speak of the devil. Or changeling.

If i ever seem dead, be sure to throw rocks at me to be sure.

“Who has awakened me?”

This is me and my sister.

“You know my name”

“A shame i will never know yours”

Angor Rot had to deal with the goblins wrath.

“My ring”

“My flesh”

“Yield to me!”

“For i wear the One Ring”

“You have killed thousands”

“You are chaos incarnate”

“And you”

“are...

“mine”

“Hahahahaha!”

The second half of season 1 (Actually season 2) is off to a great start.

Shit, what do i say that has something to do with next episode? Uh... See you next episode?

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia

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sonicasura · 1 year ago

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Personal Headcanons #4

Some more headcanons for you folks but this one is gonna be a bit special. I'll be including an OC and an AU version of a character as well! Enjoy!

Knack

Absolutely shy and skittish in the first two weeks of his creation. It wasn't uncommon for Doctor Vargas or Lucas to find Knack hiding somewhere. A few spots were creative while some... I think the 13 foot fellow made out of relics hiding behind a potted plant is very obvious.

Sporadic copycat. Knack tends to copy certain things he sees from actions to basic body movement. Blinking? Definitely copied despite not needing to. Homing Attack? He saw Lucas play Sonic once and thought it was cool. Knack even mimics the Doc's way of stimming which is tapping his fingers to make a random beat.

Can actually purr funnily enough. Even when he's in his smallest form, 2'6 and mute, Knack somehow able to purr. The only explanation the Doctor could think of is the chest orb is just copying the action via a loud acoustic hum. Still doesn't stop Knack from rumbling like a mini jackhammer as a 32' giant.

He sometimes hates being small. Without the ability to use relics to manipulate his size, Knack is effectively mute and has difficulty pulling down a large lever. Although his 'cute' appearance doesn't scare the crap out of people like a relic behemoth with sharp claws, large teeth paired to a scary mug.

Jim Lake Jr (Half Troll)

Has multiple cases of dysphoria after being transformed. Sometimes Jim thinks he's smaller like as if he was still human. Blinky or Claire had to pull him out whenever he got stuck. In need of food therapy too as Jim keeps trying to eat human food only to make himself sick later.

Sensory overload in the smell and hearing department. Jim tends to get overstimulated so much that sometimes he will just shut down. Claire gotten him some noise cancelling headphones while his troll mentor got a face mask to help with his heightened sense of smell.

Gets the zoomies. Considering he's technically an infant in troll years despite being 16-17 half human, Jim has a LOT more energy to burn. Blinky might've stolen a drone for his half troll student to chase. No one wants to deal with a hyperactive kid on a long ass exodus fron California to New Jersey.

Decides to learn how to make troll food. Jim can't really eat most of the stuff he used to as a human and eating just utensils tends to get stale. Plus he misses being able to eat his own cooking. Blinky got him a lot of cooking books and tries to procure any ingredients he can.

Tikki Cho (OC)

Likes collecting various stuff akin to a tame hoarder. Tikki has an organized stash of various items from books, collectible figures, movies and videogames. Any duplicates are given to children related charities, the local library or friends.

Tikki's love language in general(both platonic and romantic) is physical affection. She likes to hug or nuzzle people if given permission. Even holding hands is enough for her. It's easier to notice Tikki's Angora Rabbit traits as it isn't uncommon for someone's arms to vanish in her fur via hug.

There are often misconceptions when it comes to Tikki's eyes. Some people tend to think she's blind or imagine what her full face looks like. A bias stemmed from how her hair practically covers everything the nose. Tikki politely clears any misconception whether verbally or brush her hair aside to show her green eyes.

Rarely curses. Tikki doesn't swear much as she doesn't care about foul language in general. Is in the 'Will Say Fuck' section cause any big emotional reaction guarantees a curse from her. Rage tends to get the most.

Jim Lake Jr (Beastformer/ Troll or More)

Has accidentally set trees on fire multiple times with his horns. Jim had quite a temper when he was younger which usually led to fire shooting out than smoke. He gotten better since he began living with Barbara but it still happens.

Mischief maker. It isn't uncommon for Jim to prank others in the dead of night. Most of his antics are harmless like burying someone's bird fountain in acorns or a water balloon trap at the door. Although folk he doesn't like will find a bite taken out of their cars and goats in their backyard.

Definitely had to take a bath multiple times cause he got really dirty. Sometimes punk teenagers would dump paint over him in vehicle mode or Jim lands to a big mud puddle in beast mode. Barbara always hoses him down as going through a car wash feels too weird.

You know how a octopus will suddenly punch a fish out of spite? That's Jim right here but it's just a bad habit. In vehicle form, he often opens his car door just for a cyclist to crash into it or punch an unsuspecting troll before hiding his robotic arm. In Beast form he just headbutts people like a goat. Jim lightly tap his horns against Barbara a few times at best and rammed Strickler twice at worst.

And that's it! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

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quietpagan · 4 years ago

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TH: Under Sunlight, ch. 6

A/N: We’ve been a long time coming. Sorry bout that.

Telling Vendel about Barbara and Jim and what, exactly, Blinky had done was much easier in theory than it was in actual practice. The entire day passed upstairs and Blinky was still deliberating on how to do it. Without being kicked out of Trollmarket, that was.

In the end, it was Kanjigar who actually did the deed, although Blinky noticed that he also had waited as long as possible to do so.

And Vendel was, as predicted, upset.

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH weren’t there when he raged at Kanjigar. The Trollhunter selflessly drew the majority of the elder’s ire to himself, and by the time that Vendel reached the other two trolls he had already had time to calm down. Blinky couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude toward the Trollhunter, who knew how Blinky looked up to Vendel.

Kanjigar had spun it to Vendel that Barbara and Jim could possibly be useful as the Trollhunter’s contacts on the surface world, able to go about in daylight and keep an eye on Changeling activity. This would allow Barbara to visit, as she had to understand what she would be helping to protect, and since Jim had already seen Trollmarket and how to get inside, it would be no further damage to allow him in as well. To the rest of Trollmarket the humans’ presence would be acknowledged as it was: entirely Blinky’s fault, their continued visits as his way of making friends.

Apparently Vendel had not been happy to have been had this way. He knew exactly what Kanjigar was doing in making Jim and Barbara out to be spies, and he made it clear to Blinky precisely how disappointed he was, in both the fact that he had allowed himself to be seen and that he had gone back and deliberately exposed their world to both the boy and his mother. The dangers he had potentially brought to Trollmarket and everyone in it were laid out in thoroughly and in detail, and by the time Vendel was done Blinky wished he could just sink right into the floor.

Their discussion could not last long, thankfully, because AAARRRGGHH and Blinky had to get going. Nighttime was approaching in the human world and Blinky – despite the heart-wrenching dressing-down – was looking forward to taking Jim to Trollmarket again, especially now that he actually didn’t have to sneak around. Kanjigar had protested this openness, stating that it might be dangerous for the humans, which was the perfect excuse for Blinky to ask him to provide escort. Kanjigar had set himself up, and grudgingly agreed to keep guard until it was time for him to go on patrol.

The two humans were waiting in the dining room when the trolls arrived, halfway through eating dinner. Jim shot up as soon as Blinky barged through the door and hop-limped over to him on a new crutch.

Blinky gladly encircled the boy in an embrace when he stumbled over to him but was hasty to then pick him up and deposit him back in his chair.

“Young master Jim! How fares your leg today?”

“Eh, it’s better,” Jim said, leaning backwards to stick it out. “The stitches itch a bit and it’s really hard to take a bath without getting them wet.” “He just had his last pain pill for today,” said Jim’s mother, clearing away their dishes.

Blinky slowly inclined his head at the woman.

“Lady Barbara,” he said. He was slightly less afraid of her since their truce the previous night, but precaution was, after all, the soul of virtue, and it didn’t hurt to be as wary as possible, since it was obvious that even having AAARRRGGHH and Kanjigar at his back wouldn’t stop the woman from threatening him if she so wanted.

Vendel, who prized keenness in battle and had a vicious streak the size of the Heartstone, would probably love her.

“Good evening, Mr. Blinky,” Barbara said, smiling at him as she passed into the kitchen. “Is everything set for tonight?” “Indeed,” he replied. “We have informed Vendel, our elder troll, of our plans and he awaits us in Trollmarket.” I can only hope that this goes well, he thought privately.

Jim happily chatted with his mother about Trollmarket while she bundled him in a jacket and fetched his crutch. Blinky made sure not to let his apprehension show in his face, but as much as he was looking forward to properly showing the two around his home, he knew that Barbara was likely to not take Kanjigar’s plans for her well.

Hopefully he would be out of range by then.

Kanjigar and AAARRRGGHH, who were waiting in the yard behind the house, were enthusiastically greeted by the small boy, and Barbara even deigned to give AAARRRGGHH a smile and Kanjigar a polite but rather curt nod. She seemed satisfied enough to allow Blinky to carry Jim, however, and they set off for the canal.

“So,” Barbara said after a few minutes of silent walking, passing behind houses and through backyards. She had been quietly tolerant of their need to sneak so far, and accepted AAARRRGGHH’s offered hand as he helped her over a high fence. “What am I to expect from this Trollmarket? I’m under the impression that humans are not exactly welcome down there.” Blinky, who was gently but unceremoniously lifted over the fence by the head, waited until Kanjigar had vaulted himself over before answering.

“The assumption is true enough,” he said. “Until the other night human feet had never graced the grounds of Trollmarket before. Most of the trolls below have not seen a human in person since the migration, unless they are from the scavenging parties or are particularly prone to travelling.” They had to wait a minute for a passing teenager to move out of range, and then crept out along the shadows of the next street.

“The migration?"

“Yes,” Blinky said. “We arrived in North America with the Mayflower, and walked until we found our Heartstone.”

“And what exactly is a heartstone?” “It’s so cool,” Jim piped up from Blinky’s arm. “It’s big and orange and it feels really warm.” “It is a great crystal,” Blinky added, “alive and feeling in its own way. It is what gives us trolls life. Without it, we would be but cold stone.”

Barbara was silent for a while and Blinky could feel her chewing through that information. If she was anything like Vendel, who took a special interest in unusual injuries and healing techniques, he had the hunch that she would be pressing him for every scrap of information she could get from him before the night was out.

They scooted through the last of the trees in the small wood that bordered the canal and Blinky carefully lowered himself and the whelp down the slope, followed by AAARRRGGHH and Barbara, who sat in one of the grey troll’s massive hands. As he searched in his pocket for the horngazel, Blinky surreptitiously turned one eye up at Kanjigar, who had yet to descend.

The younger troll must think Blinky an idiot, to believe that Blinky had no idea of the dangers presented by venturing out at night. Bular was an ever-present worry in the back of his mind, especially with two vulnerable humans accompanying him.

But not only did he have Kanjigar, who had beaten Bular in battle more than once, but he also had AAARRRGGHH, and not even Bular was willing to challenge AAARRRGGHH without backup.

The gold glow of the horngazel illuminated Jim’s smiling face, but the glittering blue of its effect flashed in Barbara’s glasses, and Blinky briefly was disconcerted with the intensity of her yes. She looked as if she were walking straight into a mire, unable to turn back and hoping against hope that she would have the strength to trudge through to the other end. As the doorway spiraled into existence Blinky put a spare hand upon Barbara’s shoulder, startling her. She turned to him and the glow from her eyes faded back into the brilliant blue that she shared with her son. She smiled at him and, to his surprise, pat his hand.

The brief connection was broken as Kanjigar shouldered past them, issuing them through the doorway with a harried, annoyed look. Blinky dared to glare at him, which was ignored.

Jim wriggled out of Blinky’s hold the instant the portal was closed, grabbing his mother’s hand and pulling her to the end of the ledge.

“Jim – Jim, what are you doing, don’t go that far – “ “Look, Mom!” Barbara picked the boy up just as the crystals illuminated in the stairwell and gasped aloud.

“Oh! It’s beautiful…”

“This way, Lady Barbara,” Blinky said, sidling to front like a good host. Barbara looked behind her at AAARRRGGHH and passed Jim to him, while the boy protested that he could go down the staircase just fine on his own. Blinky shot a grateful look to his friend before leading the way down the stairs, since he needed his arms to keep balance on the slightly too-high drops and gaps. Barbara hopped down the crystals like a grasshopper; Blinky slightly envied her long limbs.

Vendel was waiting for them at the bottom of the staircase, surrounded by a small entourage of curious trolls.

Barbara drew up short, jumping down from the last crystal to land just behind Blinky. He felt two tiny hands press just between his upper shoulder-blades, and tried to think like the Trollhunter, drawing himself up as if he were the human’s personal guardian.

“Vendel, may I present to you the gracious Lady Barbara Lake,” he said, reaching behind him and gently drawing Barbara forth. “As well as her son, Jim; the very lad who saved my life, if you recall,” he said gingerly.

Vendel rolled his eyes and plodded forward, stopping just before Barbara.

“I suppose that I must welcome you, fleshbag,” Vendel said, dashing Blinky’s every hope that the elder would perhaps try to be cordial. “No humans have walked these streets before Blinkous let your son loose in here. I would expect you, at least, to behave yourself.” Barbara drew herself up and Blinky quickly stepped away from her.

“Well, I never! You cannot blame a child for acting like one,” the woman huffed, “and I’ll thank you to watch what you say about my son, especially in front of his own mother!” Vendel looked over Barbara’s head and grinned at Blinky.

“I like her,” he said, to Blinky’s great surprise. “She is certainly not the cowering fleshbag I had anticipated. And where is the whelp?”

Barbara looked like she wanted to go on but AAARRRGGHH plodded forward; Jim slid out of AAARRRGGHH’s grasp but remained close to him, enclosed on either side by a tree-trunk arm and the rest of the troll towering over him from behind. Vendel, completely unintimated, bent down to look the boy in the face. His eyes caught the crutch and followed it to Jim’s leg, which was hovering off of the ground.

“Injured,” he murmured, “And yet you still wanted to come back.”

If anybody but Blinky and his companions had heard the comment they would have thought Vendel to be admonishing the boy, but Blinky, who had known Vendel since he was a child himself, heard and understood the tiny amount of admiration in the old troll’s voice. Young Jim, despite having a gentle heart, also had a warrior’s spirit, and that was something that Vendel could appreciate.

“For someone so small, you have caused a great deal of trouble,” Vendel said. Jim ducked his head, clasping his hands against his chest and looking despairingly close to tears. Barbara strode past Blinky and put her arms over Jim’s shoulders, looking the pale troll straight in the eyes.

“I’ll thank you to not upset my son,” she said tensely. “He’s just a boy.” “Mom,” Jim murmured to the ground.

“I would not dream of it, Lady Ba-bu-rah,” Vendel said, and Blinky was incredibly relieved to hear a note of amusement in his voice. Jim shuffled a little bit, and then murmured something to himself; Blinky strained to hear and was utterly shocked to hear Trollish words on the child’s breath. Vendel, whose ears were significantly more keen than his eyes, straightened up in shock.

“Thank you for welcome me,” Jim said, with a horribly human accent. Behind the humans AAARRRGGHH rumbled in approval, and a glance was shared between him and Blinky; the larger troll must have taught him the phrase on their way down the staircase.

Vendel looked almost starstruck.

“…A little heavy handed on the consonants, little one, but well enough,” he said, much more gently than his previous words. “I am glad that you deem it fit to study some of our culture. Keep it up, young whelp.”

Blinky straightened again as Vendel nodded in his direction.

“I’ve taken the liberty of alerting Trollmarket to its visitors,” he said, with a gesture to the trolls milling behind him, “so that there should be no unpleasant surprises. However, Kanjigar – I would prefer for you to stay with them for a while.” Blinky had the distinct feeling that Vendel wouldn’t have requested that if Barbara hadn’t spoken out at him. The elder troll always did have a strange sense of humor. Blinky was just grateful that Vendel had taken her as amusing, instead of insulting.

“Well,” he said cheerily, making Barbara turn away from Vendel. “Shall we begin our tour?” Jim, still wrapped in his mother’s arms, hopped eagerly on one foot.

“Can we show Mom that room with the stars?” “Of course, Master Jim,” Blinky said, and gestured for the two humans to follow him. They passed Vendel and walked through the small crowd of trolls who had gathered at the foot of the staircase, AAARRRGGHH and Kanjigar lumbering behind them. Blinky felt the stares and heard the whispers, perhaps with a touch more annoyance than he usually would have, but Jim and Barbara navigated through the crowd with nothing more than a few nervous nods and hello’s, though Blinky was certain that his folk most likely looked quite frightening to the two humans.

“Did all these…people, erm, migrate like you did?” Barbara asked, in a very clear attempt to steady herself as she clutched her whelp tight and walked closer to Blinky. “Everybody looks so different.” “Well, naturally,” Blinky said, scooting himself past Bagdwella as quickly as possible. “Imagine if we all looked alike, like humans! How humorous. Yes, there are only a handful of trolls here who were actually born in North America; the majority of us took the passage across the Atlantic four hundred years ago, although a number have since come from different places at different times. Heartstone Trollmarket is one of the largest troll communities and serves as a place of refuge and rest for those who seek it. Vendel, whom you just met, is one of Trollkind’s most accomplished healers and spellcasters, and this Heartstone out of all is known for its healing capacity.”

“So is the crystal alive somehow? I can feel some sort of humming,” Barbara said, turning her face to the warm light as they walked through the market. “It feels…I don’t know exactly. Like something strong and safe.”

“It is supposed to,” said Blinky happily. “I am glad that you and Jim can feel it. Heartstones provide us with life, and in a way they are alive. Trollmarket’s Heartstone in particular is powerful and welcoming to all.”

“Fascinating,” Barbara murmured, shifting her hold on Jim. “Now – what is this cave you wanted me to see?”

Kanjigar suddenly pulled the humans toward him as a troll laden heavily with a pile of boxes lumbered past, completely unable to see anything as small as a human. Blinky hurried them out of the main road as quickly as possible and turned down the corridor toward the old mines. Jim began to chat happily with AAARRRGGHH, who seemed quite amenable to teaching the young one more Trollish. The boy had only just started asking for slightly more vulgar words when Blinky finally ushered them into the glittering cave.

The boy scrambled down from his mother’s arms and hopped over to Blinky.

“Show the crystal,” he urged, tugging on one of Blinky’s hands. “Mom, you gotta see this – “ “Jim, please – oh.”

Blinky withdrew a crystal from a pocket and lightly tapped it, handing it to Jim when it began to glow. He picked up the boy and slowly turned in a circle as Jim held the crystal high above his head, the soft green light shining off of a million tiny facets. Even the light from Kanjigar’s amulet made his side of the cave glitter.

Barbara was completely dazzled, and for the first time Blinky saw her forget herself and her strange predicament. She looked so terribly young, for just a moment.

“Isn’t it great? It feels like we’re in space.” Barbara nodded softly, lightly patting Jim’s foot as she walked the cave with wide eyes.

“It seems to go on into eternity,” she murmured.

As they continued, Blinky was pleased to find the woman become less and less wary, and more and more curious, her eyes lighting with the same delight as her son’s. Trollmarket was a wondrous place for even newly-visiting trolls, and to a human Blinky supposed it to be utterly fantastic. Young Jim, certainly, was having a much better time now that he was allowed to have a proper tour. Blinky had settled the whelp down onto his shoulders, and he was quite enjoying the various exclamations from the boy, echoed with increasing frequency by his mother. The various stalls of food and wares, especially, seemed to fascinate Barbara.

She paused from time to time, watching the trolls as they watched her. Once, upon seeing Bagdwella, who had taken to following their group, buy and eat a set of delicate lightbulbs, the Lady Barbara finally began asking the questions that Blinky had seen building behind her eyes.

“So, given the lack of common human foods here, I’m guessing that you guys need a higher amount of minerals and silicates in your diets?”

Bagdwella, upon being noticed, gave a little exclamation and immediately kinked a hip, smiling rather viciously as she daintily ate chandelier bulb. “Indeed,” said Blinky, neatly shooing Bagdwella away so that she could make eyes at Kanjigar instead.

“As we are composed of living rock, our diets must reflect thusly, although trolls in general are more or less omnivorous. We enjoy diets high in protein as well as minerals and, as you see – “

He pointed out a stall selling various softer plastics and fabrics.

“ – We can eat just about anything. The human world’s tendency toward wasteful refuse has been a boon these last few centuries. One of the reasons why trollkind, even in our isolation, tend to stay within a relatively short distance from human settlements, with exception from the deepest trolls.”

This led to a discussion of dietary requirements across tribes around the world, which Blinky wasn’t entirely an expert on but was happy to talk about anyway as they made their way through the underground. After a while Jim wanted to be put down, and their group slowed slightly to adjust for his crutches. They finally escaped the main thoroughfare to visit one of the places Blinky had been looking least forward to, though he tried not to let it show.

“And this is the Hero’s Forge, where warriors are made!”

Honestly, bringing a woman whose first instinct upon meeting him had been to bloody his face to a training ring was not Blinky’s idea of a good time, but it couldn’t be avoided forever. Jim, who had of course been to the Forge before, excitedly tried to run across the bridge; AAARRRGGHH grabbed him by the back of his shirt and tucked the boy into his elbow. Blinky walked behind Barbara, watching her as she marveled at the cavern. The height of the place especially seemed to fascinate her, and when they got to the center of the arena she turned in a slow circle, her head thrown back to look up at the expanse above her. Blinky was struck again by how young she looked; barely more than a babe in trollish years and probably still considered a young adult in human terms. But that made her adaptable, flexible; she could accept and assimilate more than someone older, and still had a lifetime’s worth of experiences to acquire before she truly settled into herself.

There were none currently practicing in the Forge, to Blinky’s great relief. The vast empty arena echoed quietly. Although he had never been a warrior himself, Blinky still felt at ease in the space. Knowledge of history and ancient fighting styles had made him a regular tutor here, and he was happy applying his knowledge to such an important piece of trollish culture, and teaching others to do so as well.

Kanjigar explained the mechanisms for training to the two humans as well as the exact purpose of the arena, from training to duals.

Kanjigar then, for the child’s amusement, summoned and banished his armor twice. Jim watched with stars in his eyes, especially fascinated by the sword and the blue fire that swam across it as it materialized. The Trollhunter, amused by the boy’s excitement, knelt and held the sword at eye level, letting Jim examine the patterns on the metal.

“C-can I hold it? Please, Mister Kanjigar! Mom, can I just hold it?” “Absolutely, not,” Barbara said firmly, taking Jim by the shoulder and looking at the sword as if it had already tried to kill her son. Jim pressed his back against her front and grimaced.

“Please, Mom! I won’t even move, I just want to hold it!”

Barbara looked at Jim, who was staring up at her backward, and after a few moments rolled her eyes.

“Let’s compromise,” she said, glancing at Kanjigar. “I’ll hold it and you can look at it.” Kanjigar nodded, interest and mischief in his eyes as he stood and laid the Daylight Sword on Barbara’s upturned palms. She bent down so that the young child could see the patterns in the metal, warning him to keep clear of the sharp edge, and he raised his hands to support the bottom of the sword as well.

Blinky waited in amusement for the sword to disappear and surprise the two humans.

And he waited. And waited.

…It sure was taking its time.

After nearly a minute of examining the blade, Barbara stood up and offered the sword back to Kanjigar. Blinky discreetly had to kick him, and Trollhunter took the sword slowly, looking it over and staring at the twenty tiny fingerprints on the underside of its blade.

He dismissed it and summoned it again, apparently just to make sure that he still could. None of them had ever witnessed the sword staying corporeal in the grasp of someone who was not the Trollhunter.

Barbara and Jim had no idea that they had just done something impossible, and Blinky was only taken out of his shaken stupor when AAARRRGGHH nudged his arm, his ears alerting him to the ominous thud of Vendel’s staff.

“Ah-hem, well, yes, um. Why don’t I show you the library, lady Barbara? It is one of the most famous collections on this side of the country.”

They turned just as the elder came upon them.

“Come, fleshlings,” he said, looming over the two humans with a mischievous glint in his eyes, apparently oblivious to the amount of sheer, desperate confusion wafting off of both Blinky and the Trollhunter.

“I would very much like you to meet someone,” he merely said, ignoring the two other trolls.

Oh, but Blinky hoped it wasn’t going to be a visiting dignitary. Trollmarket was overwhelming enough without bringing someone like Gatto’s floating head into it.

Barbara looked at Blinky for reassurance and he smiled and nodded, taking her shoulder and gently escorting her after the elder. As they walked, he found his thoughts turning inward, and with a glance at Kanjigar’s face he knew that the other troll was just as troubled.

Why hadn’t the Daylight sword vanished when given to Barbara? Was it because it had been given, and not taken? No human had ever handled any weapons of the Trollhunters – perhaps their mere humanity was enough to confuse the sword.

He touched upon the notion that one of them was to be a future Trollhunter, and then banished it as soon as it came. It was preposterous; a Trollhunter was a troll, always. Humans were simply too small and weak to be up to the task. But then again, there had never been humans this involved in trollkind’s affairs since the great wars and separations.

Ahead of him and AAARRRGGHH, Barbara and Vendel were getting along like fleas on a cat. Jim was currently curled up in one of AAARRRGGHH’s arms, content to let his mother pester the older troll with questions. Blinky rather dismayed at her learning further about trollish anatomy.

They came to an area a little bit away from Blinky’s library, across the bridge to the Heartstone in a corner usually set aside as a waiting area for visitors, although Vendel tended to store odds and ends that wouldn’t fit into his quarters there. To Blinky’s intense dismay, it was already occupied by Vendel’s guest.

…He had been wrong. It wasn’t Gatto – it was worse.

It was Draal.

Of all the backhanded schemes! Draal was the one troll most likely to drive Barbara away, the only one who would not hesitate to frighten and threaten her to get her and her son out of Trollmarket.

Blinky huffed at Vendel as much as he dared, which was not a lot – his respect for the elder troll outsized his aggravation. But did he really have to bring Draal into this?

Kanjigar, he noticed, had faded even more into the back of the group, no doubt to not influence his son’s actions for better or worse. Blinky huffed at the Trollhunter to no avail.

Draal, for his part, was briefly surprised at seeing Vendel escorting a human and her son with their mixed entourage, before his face fell into its customary haughty sneer. He hopped off of the box he had been sitting on to come greet them, offering a tiny not to his father in the back of their group before turning to the humans at hand.

“I had heard of Blinky’s mishap in the human world,” he said, the little shit-eater, “But had hardly believed it to be true.” He knelt down until his face was even with Barbara’s.

“Human feet have never sullied the ground of Trollmarket, fleshbag. Consider yourself and your spawn honored. And look – “

He spied Jim, struggling down from AAARRRGGHH’s arms. With one shoulder he shoved Barbara aside.

“ – The little warrior himself! Unable to even lift the smallest sword, hah!”

He raised a hand to poke Jim, which AAARRRGGHH batted aside. Barbara herself darted under Draal’s arm to stand between him and her son, even as Kanjigar took a step forward to intervene.

“If you lay a single finger on my son,” the woman snarled, “I will make sure that I learn every inch of troll anatomy, and use it against you.” Draal growled back in her face, standing over her so that she had to lean backward to avoid headbutting him.

“As if a fleshbag could do anything of consequence,” he said nastily. “You’re t- “

Barbara’s long arm grabbed a carved oaken staff from the wall and swung it as hard as she could. The end connected, and Draal dropped.

Barbara didn’t stop there. Once Draal’s face was level with hers, a small round fist landed in the closest eye, and when he jerked his head back in pain Barbara’s hand grabbed on to his nose ring, making him freeze in place lest he tear it out. He was forced to lean forward as she dragged upon the ring, and with a complete lack of fear she stuck her face right into his and bared her blunt little teeth.

“And that’s just with what I could guess,” Barbara said, her voice low and rough in a passable imitation of a growl. Draal watched with uncertainty the staff in her hand, which was pointed now at his uninjured eye.

“Good gracious, Barbara,” said Blinky from where he and AAARRRGGHH had very swiftly backed away behind a table, to Vendel’s amusement. “Are there not oaths for people in your profession?” Barbara raised an eyebrow to him, and he leaned out of range of the oaken staff.

“My son is worth more than an oath,” she said simply. Draal jerked back and hit the floor as she let go of his nose ring. One hand came up to massage his injured eye, while the other looked at Barbara with utter amazement.

“Now,” said the vicious woman, as conversationally as if she had never threatened a troll four times her size. “My son is just a child and I would like for him to be able to visit without worrying about his bodily safety. I’m sure that it’s considered dishonorable to harm a young child in your world?”

Draal, from his spot on the floor, nodded slowly. “Er, it’s. Um.”

“Of course, silly of me to think otherwise,” said Barbara. She stepped over Draal and leaned down in his face, planting the oaken staff down by the side of his head.

“Don’t you try to threaten my son again.”

Draal didn’t move; Barbara seemed satisfied enough, and she put down the staff and swept Jim up into her arms.

“Now,” she said, with an amused grin at Blinky’s cowering form, “Is there anything around here Jim and I can eat?”

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The tour continued forward, after Kanjigar had a brief discussion with his son, at last. Blinky stayed behind to converse with Vendel, who had taken entirely too much enjoyment out of Barbara’s complete lack of mercy and tenderness.

“You mean to say you intended that encounter!”

“Of course, Blinkous,” Vendel said, grinning toothily. “That impulsive idiot has been making a menace of himself for years, trying and failing to live up to his father. If the Lady Barbara could get Kanjigar in line, I figured that she certainly could do the same for his son, and look how it turned out. The poor fool is following her like a gnome to a sock vendor.” Blinky was…shocked. Vendel hadn’t introduced Barbara to Draal to scare her off, but to scare Draal into behaving?

The elder troll was quite unaffected by Blinky’s stunned expression, and he looked across the chasm, watching Draal and AAARRRGGHH show the humans through the market with a thoughtful face.

“Quite a fearsome creature, for a fleshbag,” he murmured to himself. “I do hope you know what you’re getting into.” To the contrary, Blinky mused, thinking over the day’s events, I really, truly believe that I DON’T.

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It was past midnight when Jim and Barbara walked onto their street, way past time for Jim to go to bed. He would have been happier about getting to stay up if he wasn’t so sleepy. The cul-de-sac was dark enough that Blinky and AAARRRGGHH escorted them to their front yard, and they parted with murmured goodbyes.

Barbara, carrying Jim in her arms, turned and smiled at Blinky. Despite the various shocks and surprises, she had actually had a very good night. Her protective instincts had dimmed enough for her to truly enjoy the experience, and her quizzical mind wondered at the rich culture she had been shown. Their last visit of the evening had been to Blinky’s library, and AAARRRGGHH was graciously carrying the pile of books that Blinky had pressed on her.

“Thank you for taking us,” she whispered to Blinky, and she found that she meant it. Blinky, for his part, looked very happy.

“I appreciate that chance that you have given us,” he replied, putting a hand on her unladen shoulder. “Your endeavor to protect your son is more than admirable, as are your efforts to understand our world. We would be glad to have you visit us at any time.” Barbara hmm’d, shifting Jim as he slightly began to slip.

“How can I contact you?” Blinky contemplated the issue for a minute. They had no phones in Trollmarket, and there was no way that Barbara could send a letter through conventional means.

“Perhaps we shall simply arrange a meeting? Two nights hence?” “We’ll be glad to see you.”

They departed then, not quite friends but no longer at odds with each other. The genuine compassion and care that Blinky had shown for Jim during their trip had convinced Barbara that her son was – perhaps not safe, considering the sword incident – but at least under good hands. Hmm, she thought in amusement. All four of them.

She climbed the stairs, Jim shifting a bit as he started to wake, only to stop dead.

Curled in a blue dotted blanket, watching the entire scene from the front doormat, was Tobias Domzalski.

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Original A/N: I apologize for the wait, but I’ve been taking home bottle-feed kittens and cleaning a parvo puppy on my days on and off, so it’s been a little bit busy. I think I’m two weeks behind on schoolwork, too. Ugh.

Second A/N: Update, it’s several months behind on the schoolwork and I’ve still got numerous kittens to feed and now it’s TWO PARVO PUPPIES. I’ve been so physically and emotionally drawn by work that even thinking about writing was exhausting. But then everything changed when Trollhunters Season 3 attacked.

AND IT SURE SLAMMED US IN THE FEELS, DIDN’T IT? If I make Barbara into the Trollhunter, won’t Merlin want to turn her into a troll, too? On that subject, I really don’t think that Barbara would have much problem with the more grisly and unforgiving parts of being Trollhunter. The woman stuck a live goblin in a blender and murdered it with a smile! She was ready to take on a Gumm-Gumm with fists only and quite enjoyed hitting Strickler with a broom. Barbara has a vicious streak and is not afraid to grapple.

I think that Draal would be rather enamored with Barbara. Here is this tiny little spindly lady who thinks she can be a badass and somehow manages to do just that. Like a less-nasty Nomura. This will not be a ship fic, but Draal is definitely going to have a bit of hero-worship for this feisty lady, especially since she’s actually nice to him UNLIKE ANOTHER PARENTAL FIGURE OF HIS.

Kanjigar was originally cool with Blinky parading around his new spies because he has no reason to believe that Changelings have actually gotten into Trollmarket. It wasn’t until the end of season two that Jim and co. even suspected that a Changeling was on the inside, so if Mr. Conspiracy Theory Galadrigal didn’t think of it, I doubt Kanjigar would have. BUT that left a huge plot hole because Changelings are super spies that can get into anywhere, so instead having Kanjigar pretend that Barbara’s not his spy but simply there because Blinky fucked up is better. If he had tried to sneak Barbara and Jim around then any spies in Trollmarket would immediately be suspicious that he was on to them.

Remember how Vendel was so hating on Claire until she spoke to him in Troll? I think he’s mostly annoyed with Jim and Toby because they don’t bother to learn or appreciate any of the Trollish cultures that Vendel seems to be an advocate for, but Claire is appreciative of Trollish history, Claire learned the language, etc. He liked that she made the effort to actually learn about Trollmarket. Now, remember how Jim learned Spanish very quickly mostly likely to impress Claire? Apply that here. Young Jim wants to not get into trouble with the Big Grumpy Troll and learning Trollish was the fastest way to get onto Vendel’s good side.

Current Author’s Note: Aaand I apologize for the further wait, as life hit and I completely lost inspiration until I re-read my story and was disappointed that it didn’t have a next chapter, so. HERE YA GO.

And don’t tell me that Bagdwella wouldn’t flirt with literally anyone, please, what an icon.

Up next: what happens when you keep secrets from your bestie.

#trollhunters #fanfic #under sunlight #blinky #jim lake jr #kanjigar #aaarrrgghh

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elizabethemerald · 4 years ago

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Uh.... how about Reckless GSA au?

Ah my shame, my shame, my greatest shame! I love the idea of this AU, but I just don’t have the ability to give it the love and attention it deserves. I feel bad that I probably won’t be able to continue this story, so I’m dumping all my current parts of the story here.

My Reckless GSA AU is probably one of my angstiest AUs and that’s saying something considering Requiem for a Trollhunter literally starts with Jim dying.

This AU is a canon divergent story. It follows the established canon up until Jim emerges from the vision Merlin gave him in Unbecoming. In my AU Jim takes the message from the vision that he is a Trollhunter, with or without the Amulet. So he decides to hand it over to Usurna.

However Merlin built in a failsafe, that as long as the Trollhunter lives and is bonded to the amulet only they can destroy the Amulet. So Jim is able to reclaim his amulet and armor shortly.

When the Krubera escort him, Claire and Toby out of Trollmarket, Jim gives them the slip and meets up with Vendel to talk about what to do next. Then Usurna makes her assassination attempt, not knowing that Jim is still in Trollmarket. Jim is able to stop the assassination, but he is severely injured in the process, in fact he is almost beaten to death by the Krubera.

In order to save his life, Vendel bonds his soul to the Heartstone. He is filled with magic and his injuries are healed, but not perfectly. Vendel banishes Usurna (who was badly injured) and the remaining Krubera. Than he seals Trollmarket. Similar to what Aaarrrgghh did during Gunmar’s invasion at the Gyre Station, but with every possible entrance. All of the crystal keys are collected and put under lock and key.

Gunmar attempts to invade shortly after. He can’t gain entry, but neither can anyone leave. Trollmarket is under siege. Claire and the Trollhunters are still able to go to school, with the help of the shadow Staff.

After he is rebuffed from Trollmarket, Gunmar takes his rage out on the Janus Order. With the help of the Trollhunters a few more of the changelings are able to be saved from the slaughter.

In the show Gunmar rebuilt his army by taking slaves from the citizens of Trollmarket with his Decimaar blade. Without that new blood he is unable to begin an actual war on the surface. Instead he has to work to find some way to take Trollmarket, gather allies, all while maintaining the siege. His methods grow steadily more cruel and viscous as Jim and his friends continually stop him.

He targets their families, hoping to either Kill Jim, which would kill the Heartstone and thus Trollmarket’s protections. If he can’t kill Jim he tries to force Jim into surrendering by targeting Toby and Barbara. He targets Claire because he realizes she has the shadow staff which would allow him to bypass Trollmarket’s walls.

SO all that above was basically the set up of the AU. The actual story hadn’t even started yet at this point. From this point things go very poorly for the Trollhunters, but never so poorly that the Eternal Night happens.

Claire, Jim and Toby are all fighting almost every day to stop Gunmar. Strickler takes his position as principal and puts Nomura in his former place of history teacher. They, and the surviving changelings work to prevent word of Gunmar reaching the humans, they also protect the school and protect Barbara at work.

Because Claire has no reason to activate the super portal she doesn’t get possessed, instead the corruption process by the dark magic of the Shadow Staff is slower, sapping her strength, destroying her body bit by bit.

Jim feels like with his bond to the Heartstone, and the magic and healing that it offers he has to be the one to take the blows more than his friends. So his injuries are often worst than the others.

Toby tries his best to spare Jim the pain he knows comes from being the shield to the others, but he has no magic, neither Heartstone nor Shadow Staff. So his injuries take time to heal and are constantly compounded as more and more injuries are added on top.

At this point they join the GSA club for the school and long with Eli and Steve (Steli) and Mary and Shannon (Marannon) Possibly other members. Nomura is the teacher sponser for the club. The respective care givers for the kids are desperate for them to have some kind of normal safe place where they can just be kids. That’s what this club becomes.

With the constant threat of Gumm-Gumms the caretakers for the trio have to be told about trolls. Nana is confused at first, but digs some old weapons out of her basement to defend herself with. Barbara is protected by Strickler and Nomura (Maybe they start dating? I hadn’t put more thought into that part yet). The Nuñez Family at first try to be supportive, until Gunmar finds out where Claire lives.

Claire’s family is targeted so often by Gunmar so he can try and take the Shadow Staff that Ophelia kicks Claire out of the house. Ophelia blames Claire for her Enrique getting taken, and for the threats to the life of her son. They disown her, but Claire still makes sure that the house has the strongest magical Wards she can manage. Without her actually being present, Gunmar’s attacks taper off.

She moves in with Jim. At first Barbara makes her or Jim sleep on the couch, but she would wake up every day to them sharing either Jim’s bed or the couch. They both had severe nightmares from the constant fighting, and needed the comfort of each other’s presence. Barbara realizes that the times are different enough that she stops trying to get them to sleep seperately.

After Gunmar targets Toby’s Nana. He is terrified that Darci will be killed. So he tells her about Trolls, about Gunmar, and begs her to leave the city. Eventually she agrees and she and her dad move to Oregon. At first Toby is wildly depressed, but eventually he confesses that he loves Jim and Claire and all three of them start dating.

Jim realizes eventually that just because his body is magically healing, doesn’t mean it is healing properly. Broken bones are healing while improperly set, and other injuries. So a little after he, Toby and Claire are all dating and living together, he has to go through a series of truly awful surgeries to correct the healing.

His injuries lead to him having an almost permanent limp. He is constantly covered in cuts, scratches and bruises. And at a certain point stops trying to hide the signs of the injuries. Claire gets hurt as well, plus the corrupting influence of the dark magic she uses, causes her own injuries with their obvious signs. Toby creates a disguise spell for his collapsed hammer, so he can use it as a cane.

Their friends in the GSA start keeping track of their friend’s injuries. Noticing how often Jim has bleeding wounds, how often Claire shivers and flinches at the slightest touch, how Toby has injuries sitting on top of injuries.

Mary is the one who addresses it as a group matter first. The others have noticed separately but they didn’t know what to do. Steve, is terrifed that they might be being abused, either by Strickler or someone else close to them.

And here was the point, where I kind of lost it. Like I really like Hurt Comfort. And so far this is like 100% hurt. And I was really struggling for any kind of conclusion, to this story.

The Reckless Club would desperately search for the cause of their friend’s injuries. Then they would do whatever they could to help. They would provide small moments of safety and comfort for the heroes, while Jim, Claire and Toby fight a war of attrition against Gunmar’s forces.

I don’t really know what to do with this sort of story from there. At some point I would presume that Jim kills Gunmar? But what would it take to get to that point? Would Merlin still be awoken? Would Morgana eventually be freed? I didn’t really have any direction to go with this so I just left it to work on stories that I did have a story for.

#yellowmagicalgirl

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littlemisssquiggles · 5 years ago

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Hello! I don't know if you've seen the Trollhunters series, but in the third season Jim has the opportunity to become a troll/human. However the effects would be permanent, and in the words of Merlin "Part of you will remain Jim, but the other part will never be the same." I've been thinking that something similar could happen with Oscar. That he has the opportunity to "fuse" his soul with the soul of Ozpin. Feeling not like Oscar, nor as Ozpin, but as someone else.

Hi there Los! I have actually seen Trollhunters and was a fan of the series for a while when it first dropped. However I sadly never finished the series (or checking out all it’s other spin-offs). I made it as far as I think the sixth or seventh episode of S2 and never got around to finishing it. So…yeah, thank you for that nice spoiler there XD Just kidding, I kind of already know about the Jim turning into a troll bit but mostly from spoiler screenshots on Twitter. I didn’t really know the context behind it until you explained it. Again, thanks for the spoiler but it’s cool.

In regards to Oscar and Ozpin and the Merge—well once upon a time, in a RWBY Musing of mine way back before V6, I shared my own views on the merging of the two souls that was not so different from your theory fam.

I figured that the Merge would’ve been similar to fusion in Steven Universe and I even used the character of Garnet as my example. Not sure if you’re a SU fan but in the series, Garnet is a fusion of two gems named Ruby and Sapphire and the embodiment of their love for one another.

While Ruby and Sapphire are their own individual characters with their owndistinctive personalities, what’s interesting to note about Garnet is thatinspite of being a fusion of two gems, the show and by extension, the other characters within the Steven Universe world have always treated Garnet as her own character outside of the two gems she’s comprised of.

As a fusion, Garnet possesses physical characteristics, mannerisms and of course abilities that she inherited from Ruby and Sapphire respectively. Nonetheless, Garnet is still seen as her own gem and thus her own character. This is how I originally pegged the Merge to be with the treatment of the ‘new Oscar’ afterwards.

This squiggle meister has NEVER 100% bought into the holdnotion of Oscar completely losing himself to the Merge. Ever more after I recapped V5 and remembered how Ozpin told RNJR that HE is the one destined to change with the fusing of the two souls. NOT Oscar.

I originally pictured the Merge would’ve involved Oscar and Oz forming a new persona who I dubbed the Wizard—the embodiment of both minds,inheriting all of Ozpin’s original memories and abilities while still retainingOscar as the dominant personality since he is supposed to be Ozpin’s successor.

Despite the CRWBY Writers attempting to sort of convince the FNDM with the idea of Oscar disappearing entirely by having that be a concern of said character, I still don’t buy into it because there have been other little breadcrumbs sprinkled throughout the last few seasons that highlight Oscar’s experience with the Merge being different from his predecessors.

Hence why I’ve now dropped my original theory in favour of a new one. Nowadays, I’ve deviated to my Pinehead headcanon where I think that Oscar is actually Ozma

I’m going to tag @daggerpawstudios here as well since my points in this response post also answers her inboxed question:

Hey squiggles!! I read your theory on Ozma and Oscar joining souls to just make Oscar whole again. I think you mat be on to something. I recebtly just rewatched eipsode 3 of volume 6 and i never noticed that Oscar and Ozma have the same voice actor as well. You can hear it wheb Ozma says his lines in the stories. I also find it interesting because it is implied that Oscar is the last recarnination of Ozma by the way he speaks in volume 5.

Basically my idea was that Oscar is possibly the teenage re-embodiment of Ozma’s original form that he never regained after his soul was first resurrected in the body of Diggs (Ozma 2.0). In the Lost Fable, it was highlighted that only Ozma was only brought back soul form. He never truly regained his original body; hence Ozma’s genuine surprise when he realized that he wasn’t in his old body and was instead inhabiting the mind of somebody else’s (Diggs).

It also justifies Oscar’s reaction to seeing Ozma’s shock of being paired with Diggs the firs time and his solemn “He didn’t know” remark since Ozma didn’t know the Gods would bring him back in the body that wasn’t his own.

The narrative has placed too much emphasis on Oscar being his own person to just have him become somebody else.

Not to mention there’s the whole important bit with Ozpin’s allies and enemies reacting to his sudden reappearance as if they weren’t expecting him back, at least not so soon.

My hunch with that the Ozma Cycle doesn’t work like the Avatar Cycle or the Doctor Lineage. Instead of being brought back almost immediately after the death of their predescessor within the same time period, my guess is that a new Wizard is reborn every half a century or so. I do a much better job at explaining this theory in this post right here.

But the general consensus is that Oz was NOT supposed to be back this soon.

I initially figured this was the case after recalling Lionheart’s reaction to Oscar back in V5 and Tyrian’s reaction to the news of his return in V6 and now Ironwood’s reaction to Oscar being revealed as Ozpin’s successor in V7 further supports my theory.

“...This can’t be...I knew you would be back, but...you made it here! You found Qrow! How?” - Lionheart (RWBY V5 Chapter 11)

“...Ma’am. I have more to report. Qrow and the children are taking the Lamp to Atlas...” Hazel Rainart.“...Not if I can help it...” Tyrian Callows“...And they’re being led by Ozpin.” Hazel“...So soon?!” Tyrian (RWBY V6 Chapter 4)

“Oz? I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think you---” Ironwood (RWBY V7 Chapter 2)

Here are three examples of characters being surprised to see Ozpin back so prematurely so clearly there is something is very, very different about the Cycle when it comes to Oscar.

Instead of being reborn in another like-minded soul possibly years down the line as the cycle probably works, Ozpin’s soul took an unexpected detour and was instead paired up with Oscar.

You might be asking why though?

Why would the cycle suddenly do this all of a sudden and why would it suddenly chose Oscar Pine—a 14-year-old farm boy from Mistral all of a sudden.

This brings me to my headcanon. I’d like to believe that Ozma’s cyclehas been pretty consistent up until Oscar’s lifetime. While the show didn’thave Ozpin make a big deal about him suddenly being brought back sooner than usual inside the body of Oscar Pine, it’s the characters associated with Ozpin and the Ozma Cycle that give me this strong impression.

I’d like to think there is something very special about Oscar that sets him apart from other Wizards and Ozma successors and it’s why I strongly believe his experience with the Merge will be much different and much more significant.

This is why I like my theory of Oscar secretly being Ozma’s original body that he never regained after his first reincarnation, now resurrected in Modern Remnant and given a second chance at life.

This theory of mine was inspired by a similar scenario in the magical girl series Sakura Cardcaptors where the character of Eriol Hiraigazawa is one half reincarnation of the great wizard and creator of the Clow Cards: Clow Reed while the second half was Sakura’s father.

Both characters were two halves of Clow Reed, only Eriol was the younger half who inherited all of Clow’s memories and magical abiltiies while Sakura’s father---Fujitaka Kinomoto---didn’t.

My idea was that since Ozpin is the current version of Ozma’s soul (theculmination of him and all the other Wizards over the years), if Oscar is revealed as the other reincarnated half of Ozma---his body--- then that could mean that our impression of the Merge has been wrong.

What if...the Merge isn’t meant to erase Oscar. It’s meant to make him whole. Body and Soul together as one make a person, right?

So my idea was that merging with Ozpin would help Oscar see the truth of who he really is. That Oscar is in fact the one true Ozma.

This also ties into my theory where I believe Oscar is meant to represent the end of the Ozma Reincarnation Cycle. He’s meant to be the last life.

This is also why I love the idea of him being revealed to be the true Ozma. This whole shebang with Salem began with him in his first lifetime and therefore should end with him in his last lifetime.

Ozma was the beginning so Oscar will be the end. The end of a cycle.

I love the concept of the Merging of the Two Souls actually representing the reunion of Ozma’s soul with his original body, therefore fully resurrecting the original Warrior of Light from First Remnant to become the Warrior of Light of the New Remnant.

...or at least one of them.

The irony with this is that neither Ozma’s soul nor his body are the same anymore. They’ve both been changed. Ozma or rather the soul of Ozma has definitely changed from all of his lifetimes spent living in the company of the like-minded men he was paired with while his original body was given a new life and purpose in the Modern Word.

Ozma has been a lingering sentiment of First Remnant who has withstood the ultimately test of time. This all started with him and Salem basically. Ozma is a primary player in RWBY’s key arc with Salem. All the more reason why I think it would be so cool if Ozma and Oscar are actually one and the same.Thinkabout it.

I also really love the concept ofor the obvious nod to the Wizard of Oz and its sequel story--- The Marvelous Land of Oz.

Wasn’t the Wizard original believed to be the ruler of Oz until later it was ultimately revealed that Princess Ozma was the true ruler.

Princess Ozma was the true ruler of Oz. Oscar is true reincarnation of Ozma. Here we’re all thinking that Oscar is going to become the Wizard when it actuality, he’s the true ruler of Oz. Think about it.

Imagine…how compelling of a twist it would be if, here we have Oscar believing that he’s going to lose himself entirely to Ozma—becoming someone he didn’t recognize—living as just another one of Ozma’s many lives when in reality, he’s not meant to lose himself.

He’s going to be made whole again. He wouldn’t become someone he didn’t know. He’ll be himself again and instead of living another life as Ozma, Oscar will be the proper second chance at a new life that Ozma never thought he’d get.

I really like the idea of Oscar realizing he is in fact the real Ozma and then afterwards deciding for himself who he wants to be.

Now that he knows the truth of who he really is, courtesy of the Merge, does hetake back his original Ozma name or will be continue forward as Oscar?

Naturally, Oscar chooses to be Oscar. Although folks can still address him as ‘Oz’ if they’d like for those who were more familiar with him under that nickname.

Fun Fact: Did you know that ‘Oz’ is actually a pet name for ‘Oscar’.

As Oscar, our little barn prince now fully reborn as a Warrior of Light, still plans on fulfilling his duty to save humanity from Salem but he now does so under the firm motivation that his life as Oscar will be his final one. No more innocent souls being dragged into his war with Salem. It may have began with Ozma but it will end with Oscar.

This is my current impression on the Merge and my main theory for where I think Oscar’s Arc might go. I could essentially be wrong but nonetheless, this is one of my favourite Pinehead headcanons that I really, really love at the moment. And I hope you like it too, Los.

I hope this post also answers your question along with Dagger’s.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

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