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I was scrolling through my medibang gallery and I found some Jim/Toby art from June of this year that i feel like i should've posted cause Joby is MASSIVELY underrated ✊
#i miss trollhunters that shit was the bomb#..until the movie :/#i feel very cringy looking at these doodles but they made younger me happy so they make current me happy :)#trollhunters#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#joby#jim x toby#forest draws#i miss my stylus 😭😭😭😭 i wanna make digital art without having to drag floppy rubber across my screen :(#god if Jim saw/listened to 'One of Your Girls' he would freak out /pos
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Upcoming for 8/22-9/?? Fanfic The Note(Slight Angst takes place first season, Jim x Toby) Casual(Angst, takes place in RoTT, Jim x Toby) {No name} (Not confirmed, Douxie x Zoe) {No name} (Not confirmed, Gunmar x Oc) [Will add more, I want to write a lot more tbh, please send in ideas or text me about your oc and I'll see about doing an oc x cannon character]
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#trollhunters tales of arcadia#rise of the titans#this is very wip#Im not used to writing fanfics tbh I mainly rp but im trying#Jim x Toby#Douxie x Zoe#Fanfic plans
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anyways... them>>>
also this song>>>
#trollhunters#toby domzalski#jim lake jr#joby#jim x toby#hammerhunter#hammerhunter canon#hammerhunter supremacy#tales of arcadia#toa#fanart#gay#they're the sun and moon#sun and moon#ch: jim#ch: toby#jim's the moon#while toby's the sun#they have sun and moon energy#btw that's a drawing from march#ibis paint#i love them#the sillies#o sol e a lua#Spotify
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I'm bored nd wanna know
#trollhunters#polls#jlaire#jim x claire#Hammerhunter#Jim x Toby#staja#Steli#BlinkAaarrrgghh#Puberty Patrol#Tales of arcadia ships
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words can't describe how much i ship them
[holds these little guys under a microscope]
#trollhunters#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#hammerhunter#joby#jim x toby#toa trollhunters#tales of arcadia#hammerhunter supremacy#hammerhunter canon
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[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]
Silly doodles (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
#Trollhunters#trollhunters fanart#trollhunters tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia#trollhunters x reader#drawing#digital art#trollhunters jim#claire nuñez#trollhunters claire#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#trollhunters toby#trollhunters draal#trollhunters blinky#reader insert#angor rot x reader#angor rot x you
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This movie makes me wanna kms
What do you mean the entire plot of the entire franchise got retconned. What do you mean everybody fucking died but it got retconned. What do you mean 3 whole separate fandoms that contained 6 seasons and technically 1 movie just got fucking WIPED. What do you mean all of that was for nothing. What do you mean all of it didnt happen because of some stupid time travel bullshit. What do you mean they did weird teenage alien mpreg. What do you mean by the end of the movie Steve and Eli DONT get together. I call bullshit.
Writers please make a new movie where all of the retconning and weird teenage alien mpreg DONT happen. I would give my entire soul to you (I would also appreciate steve and eli getting together but if they don't its fine I just want them to get a happy ending and not be in an endless loop.)
#I fucking hate this movie#WRITERS DROP ANOTHER EPIC ASS TALES OF ARCADIA SHOW/MOVIE AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURS.#tales of arcadia wizards#tales of arcadia#rise of the titans#toa rise of the titans#tales of arcadia trollhunters#toa trollhunters#trollhunters#3below#toa wizards#wizards#steve palchuk#eli pepperjack#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#claire nuñez#aarghaumont#AAARRRGGHH!!!#blinky galadrigal#aja tarron#krel tarron#douxie#toa hisirdoux#hisirdoux casperan#steve palchuk x eli pepperjack#yellingpost
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MEMES
#tales of arcadia trollhunters#3below tales of arcadia#wizards tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia#steve palchuk#toa steve#toa aja#aja tarron#toa krel#krel tarron#jim lake junior#jim x claire#jim lake jr#jim lake#troll jim#toa toby#toby domzalski#douxie#hisirdoux casperan#douxie casperan#toa wizards#toa eli#eli pepperjack#claire nuñez#toa claire
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FINALLY SOME MORE TWEETSSS!!
#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#bular the butcher#bular#angor rot#iloveyousmmm#toa trollhunters#jim lake jr#claire nuñez#toby domzalski#walter strickler#gunmar the black#fake twt#fake tweets#barbara lake#dictatious#dicrot#jlaire#jim x claire#fypシ゚viral#fyp#fypage#tumblr fyp#fypシ#fypツ
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The Office Big Post #5. Honestly these memes get the least amount of notes out of all the fandoms I make memes for but idk I'm gonna keep making them bc I love this show so much. Idc if that's basic or whatever it's a comfort show ok
I love that this is three neat rows & then a giant picture of creed
more office memes
#the office#the office memes#michael scott#pam beasley#jim halpert#dwight schrute#phyllis lapin-vance#bob vance#creed bratton#toby flenderson#pam halpert#pam x jim#jim x pam#phyllis lapin
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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐫...
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: headcannons pertaining your growing relationship with the trollhunter.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jim lake jr x fem!reader
When you met Jim, it was a normal day of school.
At least, for you it was.
For Jim, he had just been approached by two giant stone creatures telling him that he’s now their protector, and then he was attacked by an evil troll who totally kicked his ass.
But you couldn’t have known that, so it was just a normal school day.
You’d always known he existed, having gone to school with him since Kindergarten.
But you’d never been friends, that was for sure.
A few days before you had signed up to be a history tutor, needing some school approved service hours.
And just your luck, you had a session scheduled with Jim Lake Jr.
He was jittery, that was the first thing you realized. His eyes couldn’t stay focused on one thing for longer than two seconds, always jumping to the window.
You had been reaching for your pencil case, which was in your bag under the table. That was when you noticed his bruised up arms. Frozen in place, you also saw a large gash peeking out from his pant leg, just visible on his ankle.
It wasn’t your place to say anything, you knew. You barely knew Jim! But still… was he is trouble?
The thought distracted you, causing you to hit the back of your head on the underside of the table.
Wincing, you raised your head, spying Jim giving you a concerned look. You found yourself giving him a similar, more extreme stare.
“So… I think we were on the Ottoman Empire in class, right?”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t think you could, not without asking. It became too much after an awkward second, and you blurted out the question. “Jim, did somebody hurt you?”
The way his face lost its color sent a shiver down your spine.
He laughed a laugh that was clearly forced—strangled even. “What makes you ask that?”
“Jim… Look at you. You’re all scratched up.”
A thick silence follows your tentative declaration.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I, uhm, I tried to ride my bike down the side of the canal. It didn’t go so well, as you can see.”
It was a good excuse, you thought, but did you believe it? Not for a second. It took you only a few moments before your eyes narrowed and you scooted your chair closer to his.
Jim thought you looked murderous the longer he was locked in contact with your eyes.
“Was it Steve Palchuk? ‘Cause if it was we need to say something. This is beyond bullying, Jim.”
What was he supposed to say? Oh, nah, don’t worry, Y/N. I was just beaten to near death by a stone giant last night. No biggy.
She’d walk him to an asylum herself.
Apparently, Jim took too long to respond, which to you was an response enough. You scoffed to yourself, shoving back in your seat with crossed arms. “I cannot believe that bitch. He won’t get away with this.”
Jim just fiddled with his pencil, eyes on his textbook. He didn’t know much about Y/N L/N, but he knew she was a force to be reckoned with. Ever since elementary school she’d taken charge in city clean ups, protested in cities as far as D.C., made speeches that changed the minds of Arcadia’s city council and their school board.
When she was mad about something, everyone knew, and she wouldn’t be placated till there was a change.
Jim had to hide his smirk behind his palm; he could just imagine Steve receiving the flame that the girl beside him would unleash.
He had to ask, “What’re you gonna do?”
Your answer was instantaneous. “Talk to him, I think. I know him well enough, us being cousins and all.”
That was a shock for sure.
A day later, Jim was walking into school when he heard the tell tale sound of your voice. He turned the corner, stopping short at the sight before him.
You, at least a head shorter than Steve, had the poor guy gripped by the ear and pulled down to your height. Jim didn’t stick around to listen to what you were saying, seeing the fury all over your face and not wanting either of you to spy him loitering there.
But Jim had to admit, the look of terror on Steve’s face was hilarious.
After that, your tutoring sessions became more and more natural over time. The conversation drifted away from history and toward other things like interests and fun stories.
Not only that, but the time drew on longer till it wasn’t so much a tutoring session as much as it was just two friends hanging out.
It didn’t take long for Jim to realize he enjoyed spending time with you much more than he wanted to.
Much more than he wanted to.
He thinks he realized how much he actually liked you around a few months before everything went to shit.
Jim offered to walk you home when the session dragged on so long that the moon had risen into the sky.
“You don’t live too far from me, I don’t mind.”
It was as they neared your driveway that he caught sight of Blinky from the corner of his eye, shooting fear straight to his heart.
The many-eyed troll was rustling in the bushes, tailing him and you. You were oblivious, going on about the pranks you had planned for the upcoming April Fools Day.
Jim wanted to be listening to you, mostly so he could avoid your schemes, but also because he enjoyed the lightheartedness with which you spoke. It was a nice change from the woe he heard whenever he entered Trollmarket. But he couldn’t give you the focus he wanted with Blinky just seven feet form being spotted.
“Welp,” you sighed. “This is where we part.”
Disappointment was on both of your minds as you smiled at each other.
He managed to hold it together when, after a moment of hesitation, you lurched forward to wrap him in a hug. Surprised, he glanced up over your shoulder to see Blinky giving him four thumbs ups.
He used one arm to hug you back, and the other to flip the troll off.
Being the Trollhunter was dangerous for not only Jim and everyone involved. And as the two of you started to hang out without the pretense of you being his tutor, he swore to himself that you would never find out his secret.
But as you grew closer, it became increasingly difficult to hide anything from you.
You always found his new injuries and scrapes and even once somehow detected his bruised ribs. After a while, you became suspicious, no longer assuming your cousin was behind it.
You didn’t want to assume anything severe, but you had to worry about his home life.
You knew his mother—you’d met Dr. Lake when you ended up sitting together to watch Jim in Romeo and Juliet—and you didn’t get the feeling she would ever get… physical with him. The very thought made you shudder.
If not that, then what was it? Jim didn’t seem the street fighter type. It caused you more worry than you’d like to admit.
Over the past few months of knowing Jim Lake Jr., you think you’d be comfortable calling him your best friend. You two spent nearly everyday talking, whether it was between class or on the phone every once in a while.
And it was obvious to everyone except to you that there was chemistry.
It caused Toby some anguish to say the least.
Speaking of which, you’d grown closer with Jim’s best friend too, something you hadn’t expected.
Toby was a good friend to you, always taking time out of his day to ask about yours, questioning your every “It was fine” and demanding to know what was so “fine” about it. In return, he offered his own tales of misery, getting a laugh out of you nearly every time.
You didn’t notice how he physically grimaced whenever you brushed off his attempts at finding out what you thought about ol’ Jimbo.
Moving on from all of that, to you, things were going great! Your grades could be better, but you had better friends than you’d ever had before. Added to your ranks was Claire Nuñez, and over time… well, you had to admit that you were suspicious.
Jim’s crush on Claire had been ever so obvious ever since the fourth grade, but that wasn’t it (Or rather, you hoped that wasn’t it).
No matter how much you told yourself you were paranoid, you thought the three of them were hiding something.
It hurt to say the least. You were friends… right? Did friends keep secrets?
This was what you thought as you sat alone during lunch, contemplating the way Jim, Toby, and Claire made some poor excuse about having to go to a chess club meeting.
You knew they weren’t a part of the chess club. You were president of the chess club. How did they not know that? Were they that bad at lying? Or did they not care if you knew how much they actually hated you?
…
You were overthinking. They didn’t hate you. Jim certainly didn’t, you think. He was so kind and caring and thoughtful… your cheeks burned red at the thoughts running across your mind… you shook your head, reasoning that there must be an explanation that didn’t involve thier secret vendetta against you.
You just had to find out what it was.
But as they abandoned you more and more for their secret escapades, and as they ditched you to work on group projects alone, and they generally lied time and time again… you grew tired of the confusion.
Your cousin was starting to warm up to you, something about his brutish personality shifting over the course of that school year. He noticed first how you sat alone at lunch, and then he looked around at his table full of kids… and realized he too was alone—in a mental sense, that is.
So he picked up his tray and bag and trudged over to your table in the corner of the lunchroom.
The look of shock on your face didn’t fade away till he was sitting there across from you, and you deduced that he probably wasn’t here to tease you.
The conversation was slow at first, even dull, just small talk, but then he caught sight of the comic book tucked under your lunch tray.
He hesitated, knowing his friends at the other table had made fun of him for liking those sort of things… but you had never done that before. Steve could trust you... probably.
So he asks you about it, and you go into a long winded explanation of it, only for him to interrupt with, “I know what it is… I’ve got the entire set back home.”
You blinked, shocked, and you thought that maybe your cousin Steve wasn’t so terrible after all.
Your friends wanted to ditch you? Fine. You’d make yourself useful and stop being their deadweight. It was somewhat freeing, no matter how much it pained you to sweep past Jim’s sweet smile and ready sandwich (made just how you like it). But it was for the best. You couldn’t stand the way they treated you.
It was only a month after you severed ties with them that you realized how much they’d impacted you.
You no longer found Nougat Nummies that Toby had put in your backpack. You could no longer ask Claire for help with studying. You couldn’t waltz into Jim’s house like you owned the place, hop up onto his counter, and spiel on and on about whatever was on your mind while Jim cooked food around the kitchen.
You might’ve missed that last one more than the other memories.
You might’ve missed Jim more than the others.
And you might’ve liked him a bit too much too.
On Jim’s side, he knew why you’d grown distant. It pained him to keep such a big secret from you, especially when he could see it was hurting you, but what else could he do? Tell you he’s the Trollhunter?
No. Jim would never do that to you. If you knew, then they would find you. You’d wind up hurt. It was bad enough he’d dragged Claire into all this, but you? Jim couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.
He didn’t think about how much not having you in his life would hurt.
Maybe a month goes by, and the two of you get back to a steady rhythm without the other. Unbeknownst to you, your old friends were preparing for war.
How could you know? How could you have prepared? Simple. You couldn’t have.
So that’s why, the night of the school dance, instead of going to that stupid party just to stand alone in the corner, you decided you would be getting your answers.
What spurred this sudden quest? You didn’t know. But you needed to know what you did wrong. What had you done to drive Jim away?
So that’s how you ended up on his doorstep at just the wrong moment.
Before you knocked on the door, you heard crashing and shouting from inside.
Your heart raced. Were you right about Jim being hurt at home. You decided to raise your voice. “Jim?! Jim, are you in there!”
Inside, Jim heard your yells, and a pang of fear swelled up in him.
He stood in armor of glowing silver beside his high school principal, who looked nothing like the lanky man everyone knew him as, yet appeared as a green skinned creature with jagged wings. A changeling.
And across from him was an ancient entity, with eyes blank and voidish, and a smirk that sent shivers down the boys spine. Angor Rot.
The fight had gone still at the sound of your pounding fist against the door. Jim didn’t like the sadistic gleam in Angor’s dark eyes.
“Jim! Open this door! Are you all right?!”
No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
This couldn’t be happening. He’d tried so hard to keep safe, to keep you away from all of this!
He should’ve known better; you weren’t so easily shoved off, and you never knew when to quit.
Angor swept to greet you with Jim hot on his tail, swinging his sword wildly.
He was too late.
A long story short, you were way in over your head with this one.
Being the hostage of a centuries old… thing was so not on your bucket list. Yet, here you were, shaking as Angor Rot held a dagger to your neck. His entire being stenched of age, and you had to hold in your gagging lest it push you forth into the blade.
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t knwo what was happening. But you knew Jim was there. He was right there, wearing his armor from Romeo and Juliet and wielding the same prop sword that didn’t look so prop-like now.
He was right there, and he was looking at you, and you were looking at him, and you were both terrified.
“Jim,” you whispered, scared that even the slight word would force your skin forth and the knife would slit her neck. “Jim, what’s going on?”
Angor chuckled darkly as he peered down at you. “Ah, that’s right. You have no idea what your friend has been doing in the shadows.”
Your gaze was directed at Jim, your jaw shaky and your eyes wide with confusion. “What–?”
“So, Trollhunter,” Angor seethed. “Shall we risk your flower’s life today?”
You hadn’t been killed, fortunately. It all happened so fast, and all you really remembered was Jim fighting that thing, the changeling happening to be your principal, Dr. Lake in mortal danger, and an underground city of stone creatures.
The same underground city you now sat in, the boy of the hour right beside you. Neither of you had said a word since everything calmed down. It was driving you mad.
You raised your eyes to see Dr. Lake standing nearby, safe now that the battle with Angor was over. Then you swiveled to face Jim, your face screwed up.
“Jim… who are you?”
He didn’t have much of a choice. You’d seen all you’d seen, hurt and fought alongside him despite never lifting a weapon against anyone in all your life. You deserved the truth.
“I’m the Trollhunter.”
It took nearly an hour for him to explain everything, and when it was all said and done, your jaw was hanging open. You now sat on the step below him, looking up at the boy you now knew was so terribly brave. Everything he’d gone through… it nearly made you forgive him.
You’d known Jim Lake Jr. as one thing for months and months, and now it seemed he was something entirely different.
He wasn’t a scared kid who needed you to defend him to your ex-jerk of a cousin. He was strong and held himself with a certain dignity and humility that you envied. Yeah, he was awkward and foolish at times—foolish like when he ditched you just to keep you safe, which you supposed was understandable given that night’s events—but you liked him anyway.
You really liked him, despite all the pain and confusion and this fast turn of events.
He hadn’t changed, you realized as you just stared up at him whilst he awaited what you would say.
He was Jim, the boy you could have called your best friend had anyone asked, and the boy you had slowly harbored a crush on.
It was this thought process that made you lock eyes with him. You didn’t like secrets, and you hated lying. You sucked in a breath and put everything out in the open for him to see.
“I like you, Jim.” The words were harder than you thought. “You don’t have to like me too, I just needed to say it. I want to be your friend no matter what, and I guess I can understand why you’d keep this from me. I just… I need you to know you can trust me.”
There. There it was. A confession, an offer, a pledge. It was everything you needed to say.
And as you forced yourself to keep looking at Jim, you saw his eyes flutter and his jaw hang a bit. You felt slightly nauseous as your words came back to your memory. Had you said something you shouldn’t have?
“You like me?”
It was your time to blink blankly. That was all he got from that? You cracked a grin, not knowing where this was going. “Yeah. I really like you.”
He couldn’t believe it. He thought surely you would hate him, or at the very least never want to see his face again. But you liked him? Even after all that? After all the lies?
You liked him back?
Jim smiled, hand reaching for yours, itching to grab your hand, only for him to pull back at the awkward last second.
You tilted your head, wondering just what you were getting yourself into as you took his hand and gripped it tight.
Trollmarket was in shambles all around. Jim’s mother’s memory was wiped. His principal was a changeling. Enrique was in the Darklands. But you were there, and you were on his side.
Still, he had secrets to keep. Secrets from you, Toby, Claire, Blinky. Everyone.
So as he dropped your hand with a subtle drop to his smile, he thought back to all that had happened, all that had been lost, and all that could be lost in the future.
“I like you too,” said Jim. You didn’t notice how his eyes filled with pain as he excused himself to deal with some Trollhunter business.
You didn’t realize that might’ve been the last time you saw him as he turned away and walked off in a hurry.
How could you have known? You were new to this. You had no clue about the bridge or Enrique or Jim’s promise to Claire.
So when you saw Claire and Toby run by with panicked expressions, you were quick to rush after them. You had no clue what was going on, but you’d always been quick on the uptake.
Jim was going someplace he should not be going alone. He was leaving them all behind to go there. He was going to the Darklands.
You had just gotten him back, and now, he was ditching you again.
Sure, it was meant to be heroic, but you just wanted your best friend to stick around for a little while.
Weeks go by, and you assist in Claire and Toby’s search for a way to save Jim. Eventually you help to free him, somehow managing to survive a short traipse through the Darklands.
It was safe to say you weren’t letting Jim get too out of sight for a time after that, and he wasn’t going to complain.
He never kept anything from you again, admitting it was torture to keep lying to you and keep you at a distance.
Jim often felt so out of touch with the rest of the world, being stuck in the middle of human and troll lives, and it was easy for him to disassociate and just brush everyone off. It was days like those that Jim was glad he had you.
“Jim?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
You’d only sigh, catching the way he kept zoning out, getting lost in his own head. In your opinion, he’d been through too much to be only sixteen. So you took his hand or drew him in for a hug or just slung an arm around him--any of the like would do.
Instantly, his nerves would calm and his attention drawn back to the present.
“You don’t have to be fine, you know.”
He hadn’t known that, not really. Not until he met you.
Those all around you two would notice a distinct change in Jim’s demeanor, so subtle yet so clear. He was somehow softer, which Toby hadn’t thought possible, and the light in his eyes began to spark up again.
His mother was especially grateful, loving the life you brought back into Jim. Blinky adored your very nature. Draal tolerated your eagerness to train with him. Vendel mused your every demanding question.
It wasn’t long before Jim got nervous; you were now one more person he couldn’t stand losing.
But you never let his thoughts run too wild, somehow always one step ahead of his overthinking, ready to put out every doubt and every fear.
“Hey, listen. You’re stuck with me, Lake. Nothing, especially not Bular or Gunmar or any other creep, is ever going to keep me from getting back to you.”
He wasn’t sure how to express just how much you meant to him, so he settled for a watery grin. “Back at you.”
I love you was just a breath away from being spoken into reality, but neither you nor Jim were eager to shove it out there. The fact was there whether it was spoken or not, and the both fo you were well aware of its presence.
#trollhunters#trollhunters tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia#jim lake junior#jim lake jr x reader#jim x reader#guillermo del toro#jim lake jr headcannons#jim lake jr one shot#tales of arcadia headcannons#toa headcanon#tales of arcadia one shot#jim lake jr fluff#toby domzalski#claire nuñez#steve palchuk#blinkous galadrigal
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Copied and pasted this straight from the notes app this was my kinda rough drafted fanfics that I never got around to fully writing and rather than make everyone wait a full year for these to come out, why not give you what my silly brain had out already(I'm writing this at 3am be patient)
Casual was a Jim x Toby fanfic. I got this idea mainly from my friend, and it takes place in RotT(the only thing they have fully watched of Tales of Arcadia because I made them.) In the end scene we all love and hate, and us a mainly Toby pov story
Toby is dying, he used the (forgot the name for the weird machine) to stop Bellrocs magic so Jim could take them down once and for all but he couldn't get out in time. Jim is rushing over to Toby's dying body, crying, screaming, doing anything to try and save his friend. Toby stopped him, grabbing his hand and smiled weakly, starting to say how much he loved all these adventures with Jim, how he loved spending time with him, how he loved him..His last words were if he could ever go back in time, the only thing he would change is confessing to Jim sooner.
Than it switches to Jim's pov
He reset the timeline, waking up in bed and taking the magazine off his face, instantly rushing down to see Toby outside clipping on his helmet, he looked a little confused on why Jim was so frazzled but his focus instantly shifted as Jim rushed to Toby and kissed him
The Note was an idea I came up with myself cause I rewatched the eps and thought it was a cute idea, it's focused both on Jim and Toby and not as sad as the last one.
Jim was at his desk writing notes, he was going to die in a few days, Draal was terrifying there was no way he was going to be able to take that troll on..He was stuck on notes for Toby currently, having so many things he wanted to tell his best friend. He sighed and mindlessly wrote his feelings down onto the blank paper, it started out soft first than quickly swapped to a loving and caring note, to loving..Jim sighed and was about to throw it out but set it to the side and wrote another one..
Toby was standing outside the arena, Blinky was holding him back from helping Jim..Gods(use funny Blinky word to be nerd) it all looked so bad. Toby, despite saying he fully believed in Jim, opened the note to distract himself, to know what Jim's dying words would be to him.
Toby was blushing brightly as he read the note, seeing Jim's true feelings. He was honestly convinced he got the wrong note till he saw 'I love you Toby, I have since I we were kids'
Jim's fight was a success! He won the fight against Draal and spared him unknowingly ruining his reputation, but for now Jim was focused on Toby, he was acting strange more nervous and a little giddy even but still timid around Jim, Toby wrote it off as just being proud of Jim for winning the fight, Jim asked if Toby ever opened the notes or was tempted to but Toby replied with "Of course not dude! I always believed you could get through that fight!" Which was a lie
#jim x toby#Is there any ship name for Jim and Toby?#hammerhunter? i think it was?#cant remember#trollhunters#tales of arcadia#trollhunters tales of arcadia#rise of the titans#silly#:3#fanfic ideas#fanfic#rough draft#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#Gay people
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Jim: Man, Bular really hates us
Toby: Yeah. Perhaps he's homophobic.
Jim: But, we're not gay Tobes.
Toby: We're not!?
#fyp#it's been a long time since i last posted a dialouge with these two-#toa trollhunters#trollhunters#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#joby#jim lake jr x toby domzalski supremancy#jim x toby#jim x toby supremancy#hammerhunter#hammerhunter canon#hammerhunter supremacy#i need more hammerhunter fanarts or fics#gay#gay dialouge#dialogue prompt#prompt#lgbtqia+#lgbtq#tales of arcadia#toa#toa jim#toa toby
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K.O in Arcadia
Trollhunters x fem reader
Chapter: 0.5
Word count: 3k
Synopsis: A girl from the 12th century accidentally falls through a portal and finds herself in 21st century Arcadia.
A/n: A chapter for a fanfic I'm possibly gonna make when I'm finished with 9th grade Ladybug, if the fandom is still alive.
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You in- and exhale, closing your eyes. You were sitting on the hard wooden floor, holding your arms stretched out infront of you. On the floor before you was a spell circle, written with chalk.
"Eaptia epe obaprrr sef tmemlo"
The words escape your lips, they were almost burned into your brain. Your body gets a light white glow, objects around begin to float.
Morgana had given you the book to practice, as she herself was busy. Magic was forbidden in the kingdom. Morgana's use of it was only allowed, because she was the sister of king Arthur.
You slightly open one your eyes, peeking from behind your eyelid. Before you was a blue warpgate, where the spell circle used to be.
"Yes!" You cheer, you had been practicing that spell for a month. But your celebration was cut short by tugging at your dress. You grip the fabrics, trying to hold it back. Thing pulling on it was the warp gate, slowly pulling everything towards it.
In a blink of an eye, you get pulled in and fell through. Your (h/c) hair wave past your face as your body decends through...the sky? You could reach fast enough to land on your arms and legs, your body hits a field of grass.
You push your self up onto your knees, rubbing your sore arms. Your eyes scan the surrounding area, instead of your cozy home, you were met with a town filled with things you didn't regonise.
You stumbles into your feet, brushes the dust off your dress. You wander off the patch of grass and onto a big path of stone, above it was hanging a machine with colored lights. You wondered with green light mean, did it mean you could walk over.
Not even looking both ways, you walk across. You were able to get a glimpse of something heading your way, before it hit you. The next moment your vision went black.
{3rd pov}
The drive instructor's mouth falls open as the car stops, he had watched a teen hit the front of the car and falls onto the road.
"Oh no...Does this mean I failed?" The boy who was taking his exam asks, gripping the wheel tightly.
"Maybe I should fail you for being a worried about failing and not the person you just hit" The instructor scolds the teenage boy. He gets out of the car, checking on the unconscious girl. "She is just knocked out with a bruise, now your exam is to drive to the hospital".
(Your pov)
My eyes flicker open, being met very a very bright room. After I adjust to the brightness, I notice I was laying in a metal bed with white sheets. ‘Where am…’ suddenly the image of that machine entered my mind, reminding me what happened before I blacked out.
The door opens, grabbing my attention. Turn my gaze over to see a kind looking woman enter the room, holding a plank of wood with paper attached. She wrote something down on it, before looking at me. “You’re awake, that’s good. How are you feeling?” She asks.
I read the piece of paper on her coat ‘Dr. Lake’. “A bit light headed and sore, but I’m alright. Thank you, doctor Lake” I answer with a small smile.
“We weren’t able to find any ID on you. Can you tell me please your name?” Doctor Lake asks me, gripping the cillinder thing in her hand.
‘What is ID, does she mean idea?’ I think to myself. “(Y/n) (L/n)” I respond to her question.
{3rd pov}
Barbara writes down the girl’s name. Noting in her head that the girl’s attire seemed a bit odd, perhaps she does theatre. The ginger haired woman leaves the room and enters her office. She writes (L/n) in the hospital search form, surprised to see no results. Then she looked the girl’s name on a regular search engine, blank aswell. It made her question what was going on, so she returned to the hospital room.
She was met with (Y/n) sitting patiently in the bed, her left hand on the other. She was staring out the window, seeming to be looking at the sky. Barbara clears her throat, making (Y/n) turn to her. “I wasn’t able to find any files about you. Do you have your parents’ number?"
(Y/n) pauses, things rolling around in her mind. She didn't believe she was in a different country, or atleast a country that was close to England. The doctor spoke the same language as her, just with a different accent. She must've been brought to the future because of the time warp gate, most likely atleast a hundred years.
"I... don't remember, I only remember my name" She lied, it was beter than trying to explains that came through a portal.
'Did the blow of the car give her Amnesia?' Barbara theorizes, writing it down on her clipboard. "I'm going to organize something, I'll be back" She walks out of the door once again.
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For the time being, (Y/n) was placed in a program to reside with a family. The hospital hoped that she would recover her memory or that they were able to find anything about her.
{Your pov}
I stand infront of the house I was told to go. Doctor Lake had told me I was going to live with the Nuñez family, Mrs. Nuñez being a council woman of Arcadia. I was just hoping that they were friendly.
Slowly reaching towards the front door, I knock onto the door. I watch as the door opens, revealing a woman with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. She greets me with a smile "You must be (Y/n), come in".
Doing as she requested, I walk in. I hear her close the door behind me, as I turn my gaze around the home. It felt sleek and more one whole than I am used to.
I look over to see a baby jumping up and down in round swing looking thing. Walking over to them, I crouch down to get to their level. I couldn't help but chuckle when I see the baby reaching their chubby hands towards me. I had to stop myself from kissing his cute little face.
"That is my son Enrique, he is only a few months old" Mrs Nuñez introduces the small baby boy, walking to the kitchen. "My daughter and husband are at school and work right now, they should be back soon. You can find your bedroom, it is the white door. You came earlier than I was expecting"
I couldn't help but be curious on how my room would look like. I snuck upstairs, stopping at the white door. It was right to a purple door, which I assume belongs to the daughter.
Opening the door, I was met with an almost empty room. There was a bed with white sheets, an empty closet and a desk. I take a seat, it was quite comfortable. My fingers trace across the wrinkles of the sheets.
I could hear down below the door opening. "Mom, I'm home!" A voice calls out. The person and Mrs. Nuñez talk about something, but I wasn't able to understand clearly what they were saying. Not long after that, someone came walking upstairs. The person gently knocks on my room.
I open it, peeking out of it. Standing there was a teen girl, with dark brown hair with a dark blue streak in it. There were different colored accessories in her hair, reminding me of a rainbow. She was wearing a dark purple jacket, a lighter purple sweater with a skull on it. Under it she wore a skirt, with leggings under it.
"My mom didn't tell me someone was going to stay with us. My name is Claire, by the way. You must be (Y/n)" The girl introduces herself, holding out her hand for me to shake.
"That's me" I push the door further open, grabbing her hand and gently shaking it. "I hope you don't mind me having around. You already have your parents here and your little brother""Not really, I would be nice having another person around my age here" Her eyes lowers, inspecting my outfit. "Is that a twelfth century dress?"
I pause, realising I have to come up with an excuse. "Well...um, I don't remember a lot. But I think I liked theatre, maybe I was in a play" I like through my teeth, fiddling with my loose sleeve.
Claire's face lights up at the mention of it, she leaned in closer to me. "I love theatre! What is your favorite? Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet..." She trails off when she was my confused expression. "Right, you don't remember much. I got a little over-excited"
"It's nothing, I also get pretty overjoyed when hearing one of my interests. If don't mind asking, what time period are we in currently?" I question the girl.
"It's 2016, why do you ask?" Claire's expression becomes worried, her eyebrows furrow. "Are you feeling alright? You look pretty pale"
'Nine-hundred years...I am that far into the the future?' My head begins to feel light as I feel the shock. I feel myself falling back, until my head hit the floor.
BONK
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After that embarrassing accident. Me, Clair and Mrs. Nuñez had gone to shopping to get clothes appropriate to this century. It was getting used to wearing softer and lighter fabrics, it felt easier to move.
[Keeping it vague on purpose]
I was inrolled into school, Arcadia Oak High. I stroll over the sidewalk, a bag slung across over my shoulder. Claire walked next to me, talking about a book she had read. From what I've seen, she was pretty responsible, even with all the pressure her mother puts her on.
I noticed two girls standing not that far away from us, seeming to be waiting for us. One had medium black hair, while the other had brown curly hair. "Hey C-bomb" The girl with curly hair's eyes shift to me "Who this? She seems new"
"(Y/n), pleasure" I chime, holding my hands togheter. They seemed a bit confused, was I too formal?"
"She is staying with me for a bit, I hope you don't mind her hanging around us" Claire mentions, breaking the akward tension.
"Not at all, I am Mary by the way" The black haired girl pulls out a 'phone'. Mr Nuñez had given me one not to long ago. I don't fully understand what it does, a feature was it could call upon a person from a far distance.
Mary pushes the phone in my face, on it were images of food and herself. "Can I get your Instagram? So I can add you" She asks.
My eyebrows furrow. "Insta...gram?" I mumble, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Perhaps it was the thing on her phone, it was something that formated images in a certain way.
Noticing that the confused gases has return, I clear my throat. "I just got a phone for the first time, I'm not really familiar with that" I explain myself.
"No way!" Mary slings her arm around my shoulder, pulling me along towards school. "During break, I am going to teach everything you need to know about the internet. You have a lot to catch up on"
"I think she is going fit right in" I hear the other girl say to Claire behind me, I hope she's right.
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While the girls had head to class, I had to go to the 'principle's office'. He was a nice man, he was throwing around slang I don't even think he understands. He gave me directions on where my first class way, along with s sheet with all my classes. Luckily I was in the same class as Claire, Mary and Darci (who's name I learned), first class was history by Mr. Strickler.
I stand before the classroom door, waiting for the right moment. I calm my nerves, knocking on the door. I hear a calm voice respond "Come in", my cue.
Pushing the door open, I was met with an older man and a bunch of teens staring at me. It felt a bit akward, It isn't a usual thing to have that many eyes on me.
"Introduce yourself, they don't bite" Mr. Strickler jokes, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. His remark made me relax more.
I walk over, standing before the class. I noticed Claire sitting near the front, who gives me a small wave. I smile, waving back. I look up, ready to talk. "My name is (Y/n), it's nice to meet you all" I greet, keeping the smile on my face.
"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" Mr. Stricker chimes in. "Since you seem already acquainted with Ms. Nuñez, you can take a seat next to her" He instructs.
I nod, sitting down at the desk next to Claire. It went a lot easier than I was expecting, let's hope the rest of high school will be this easy. My lips purse as I feel a pair of eyes at me, but I ignore the feeling.
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Toby and Jim walk out of the classroom as the lesson had wrapped up. Toby was talking Jim's ears off about a game he began playing.
They walk outside, heading towards their lockers. Jim spots the new girl talking to the principal, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.
"Can't Ms. Nuñez show you around?" The principal questions the (h/c)nette.
"She is busy with practice, it's really important to her" (Y/n) answers, fiddling with her fingers. She didn't remember exactly what the girl was practicing for, she thought it was a play.
It seemed like Toby was listening aswell. He jabs his best friend in the side, whispering "Dude, I have the greatest idea right now. If you give her a tour, you get good in Claire's book"
Jim scratches the back of his head. "I don't know, Toby. Isn't it a little shallow to just use her to get close to Claire?" He asks the shorter teen.
Toby didn't seem to listen. He grabs Jim by the arm, dragging him along. "We'll do it, principal" He says, raising his hand.
Turning towards the two students, a pleasant expression appears on the principal's face. "Ah, Domzalski, Lake. I'll be leaving her in your hands, don't get her in trouble" The old man laughs, before walking off.
(Y/n) looks at the two students, smiling innocently. She had to make sure to not accidentally reveal something she shouldn't, the fact that she was from a whole 'nother century or her magic.
'This is going to be a piece of cake' Toby thinks confidently, crossing his arms.
'Lord, have mercy on me' Jim tries his best to not palm his own face off.
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"English, Math, Biology, Spanish, History, P.E and lunch is my favorite" Toby jokes, getting a chuckle out of (Y/n). "Never forget to do your Spanish homework, or you'll be facing the wrath of Mr. Uhl"
(Y/n) looks over to the blue eyes boy, who seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered what could be going through his mind. "Do you anything to tell me about this school?" She spoke, snapping him out of it.
"Um, well...Mr. Strickler is pretty cool, I guess" Jim mutters. He didn't have much time to think of something to say. He was too busy wondering what was so off about the new girl, she seemed pretty normal. He squints his eyes as he notices something, he swore a spark in her in her eye.
"Do I have something on my face?" (Y/n) tilts her head, seeing that he was staring a little too long.
Jim shakes his head. "Nothing, it's nothing" He answers, just pushing away the thought.
The two boys notice (Y/n) looks at something. Follow her gaze, they see Steve doing his usual locker stuffing. They were thinking of walking away, but (Y/n) had other plans. Toby tried to grab by the sleeve, but was too late.
Steve was busy taunting Eli, then he feels someone tapping his shoulder. He turns and looks down, seeing (Y/n) infront of him. "What is it, Newbie? Can't you see I'm busy"
Poking his head out of the locker was Eli, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "I saw you before! You were falling from l-like the sky. Like an alien or a-an angel!" He points at her.
Steve bashes his elbow against the locker, making Eli hold his tongue. "Shut it, Pepperjack" Steve threatens the nerd. Then he leans forward, a smirk on his face "Now that I look at you, you look pretty cu–"
"Hey, Steve. New hair you got there? I gotta borrow her for a second" Toby akwardly smiles, pulling (Y/n) back. "The second most important thing is that you don't mess with Steve"
Letting put an annoyed huff, crossing her arms. "I am sorry, but I just really hate bullies" she chews her bottom lip, it already was a bit damaged.
"(Y/n), if you don't mind me asking. Are you perhaps from England" Jim asks her, seeming to grow suspicious of the girl.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Your accent"
(Y/n) tenses up, realising that she is possibly cornered. She had hoped that they wouldn't notice it. Telling him the lie she told Doctor Lake could be questioned once she accidentally do or say something suspicious. But saying she was, would contradict her lie.
She let out a relieved sigh as the bell rings. When she needed it most, the bell saved her. She gives the two boys a quick wave, before walking off.
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Her (e/c) eyes stare at the ceiling as she later in her bed, her arms stretched out besides her. She turns her head, looking at the corkboard hanging on the wall. In the middle of it was a sticky note with drawing of a book. Red yarn connected it with other sticky notes, one of it was a sticky note with a drawing of the school. It was crossed out with red marker.
"Where is it..?"
#fanfic#x reader#starligt_galaxy#troll hunter#trollhunters#magic#Wizards dreamworks#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#claire nuñez#dreamworks#fem reader#Fanfiction#Trollhunters x reader#trollhunters tales of arcadia
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Arcadia Tales, Krel Tarron x alien!reader
Krel: So nobody on your planet uses math?
You: Nope. Never heard of it.
Krel: Ok.
You: Say, what is math anyway?
Krel: Well...
*Hours later*
You: Ok, so let me get this straight...
You, showing him the notebook full of math problems: You guys spend all day just writing this weird freaky symbols?
You: Are you an occult!?
Krel: No! It's for science. Math is the language of the universe.
You: Well, apparently the universe had a stroke because this is nonsense.
Krel: How did your kind achieve space travel without performing the necessary calculations?
You: It's a rocket! You blow some stuff up and it shoots you into space. It's not that hard!
You look to the side and your eyes widen.
You: Oh, my Crystal! You even write it on the walls! Like a psycho.
Krel: Well, that's a white board. Humans use it to teach children-
You: You do this infront of kids!?
The hole gang in the background eating popcorn, watching all of this unfold.
Toby, Caire, Jim, Douxie, and Steve laughing.
Nomura, Striker, Barbara, and Blinky not understanding and confused.
Aaarrgh just chuckled once in a while.
Archie on Douxies shoulder.
Aja amused and reaching for the pop-ed-corn. She still needs to learn how to pronounce things.
#krel x reader#tales of arcadia#krel tarron#Douxie#Jim#Claire#Toby#Steve#Blinky#Aaarrgh#Barbara#Nomura
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[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ] doodles
Angor Rot, seeing you vulnerable and open: Hrmm. Stupid. *Wraps you with blankets*
#your senses are sharpened but you didn't react to Angor at this because there's no hostile intention you could detect#Trollhunters#trollhunters tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia#angor rot x reader#angor rot x you#trollhunters angor rot#angor rot#trollhunters jim#jim lake jr#claire nuñez#trollhunters claire#toby domzalski#trollhunters toby#drawing#digital arts#reader insert#trollhunters x reader
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