#pierced strickler>>>>>>

[joethehoeee]

My last prompt from Stricklake month was a little...Angsty. So now I will give you some fluff.

My sweet babys, I love them so much 😭🩷

For anyone who might ask "but Strickler technically can't walk under the sun- 🤓☝️"...SHUT-

Nooo. Valid Question...

Answere:

There is a small ring on his finger...a certain object that was magically changed to allow him to walk amongst Humans in the sun.

I made it so that Barbara and Walter are bound together, she get's a longer life/his aging while He gets her ability to walk throu the sun/eat more human stuff. I personally didn’t wanna make him have his human form because...

Come on...We all know Troll Walter is supermercy and absolutly more attractive than human Walt...right?

Anyways...this is MY happy ever after AU and YES you will get a writing and possible art for their Wedding as well...and maybe the Wedding night...👀

But for now, enjoy my Art and fanfiction for it.

Fanfiction Link

Other Versions + Closeup:

[toodrasticallydumb]

*microphone is brought up to my face*

Reporter: “Excuse me there, are you normal about him?”

Me: “Of course! Absolutely!”

“Not. Nope. Not at all. I am not.”

Reporter: 0-0

Me: -u-

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Me: -u-

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Me: -u-

This isn’t even all of ‘em.

If you couldn’t tell: I’m a wee bit obsessed.

(Reblog or comment ur fav Strickler, bear in mind some of these are just doodles and practice to get his face right in my style)

Also: inspo for Strickler’s longer hair and piercings from @joethehoeee ‘s hcs of him because yes.

[elegantjellyfishwerewolf]

Trollhunter! Nomura Au (part 3 (2/2))

the third part(1/2)<

the final>

This AU was made me and @enniyart

Having come to the Order of Janus, Gunmar immediately receives instructions from Morgana, through a gramophone, to find the staff of Avalon. He sends several changelings with gumgums to Merlin's tomb. After some time, they successfully return with a staff.

After that, Gunnar receives an order from Morgana to capture the Trollmarket.

The first person to greet Claire after waking up was Jim. He informs her that everyone is very angry at her because of her act (and that it's better for her not to get caught by the Nomura right now). Claire goes to Angor to ask for his forgiveness for taking the staff without his permission, but he only says that since Enrique is saved, then Claire has no reason to stay here and that he will no longer teach her. As a result, Claire collects her stuff and leaves the Trollmarket.

Nomura is accused of allowing Gunmar to be released because she allowed him to take the amulet. Usurna, as in the original, puts forward a condition, either to give the amulet and leave the market, or to appear before the court. At this moment, the puzzle in the trollhunter's head develops and she realizes that it was Usurna who sent those changelings to the Trollmarket, Nomura also notices one inconsistency in the past: if no one but themselves can go down to the caves of Kruber, then how could Gunmar steal their children, it is obvious that someone voluntarily gave them (and even if Usurna really was on the side of the trolls, then she would not have tried to destroy the amulet, in fact the only weapon capable of killing Gunmar). Nomura tells the others her assumption about Usurna and they come up with a plan: Angor releases the hunter from prison with the help of a portal, and puts one of his golems with a mask capable of changing appearance in her place. Blinky and Aaargh go to Vendel and tell him the assumptions about Usurna. The elder says that he will think about their words (although he himself suspected the queen of something similar before).

Draal goes to the forest to check if Gunnar really got out then he is got taken under control. Blinky, Toby, Jim, Creepslayerz and NotEnrique remain to represent the side of the false-trollhunter in court, while Nomura, Angor and Aargh go to storm the Order of Janus as they assume that Gunmar will hide there. But to their surprise, they do not receive any resistance from the changelings, and Strickler himself comes out to the team of trollhunters. He says that Gunmar is storming the Trollmarket right now and that he has everything he needs to free Morgana, and Strickler also offers them an explanation, since he understands that after defeating the surface, Gunmar will immediately get rid of the changelings. As a sign of truce, he gives the hunter the eye of Gunmar and Nomura, Angor and Aargh go to Trollmarket, which is now under attack by Gunmar.

Claire is about to reach her house at this time, but suddenly stops abruptly. She understands that if Gunnar really got out through her fault, then she is obliged to help the others in the war against him. Claire, already standing on the threshold of the house, abruptly turns around and runs to the troll market.

After the end of the first act of the trial, Usurna, as in the original, tries to kill Vendel, but since he was warned about the queen, he does not hesitate to turn around with a hidden weapon and both trolls pierce each other at the same time. vendel dies with Usurna.

No sooner do those present in court ask where the two elders have disappeared than Gunmar, along with several gumgums and zombie Draal, enters the Trollmarket. The team of trollhunters reunites exactly at the very moment when the capture of the market begins. With the help of a whirlwind, they begin to evacuate the residents out of the Trollmarket. They begin to evacuate residents with the help of a whirlwind. At this moment, a zombie Draal appears, which takes our heroes by surprise. It is at this moment that Claire bursts into the battle and while the rest of the trollhunters are trying to revive Draal and fight off the advancing gumgums, she takes the shadow staff and with the help of a huge portal transfers everyone (including Draal) to a safe place.

Due to the recent "operation" and the creation of a giant portal, Claire loses consciousness.

Nomura tries to reach Draal's mind, but nothing comes out. Then she makes a desperate attempt, saying that she is sorry for what happened between them in the past and that she really loves him, kissing him along the way. At this moment, the magic of the amulet with Gunmar's eye embedded in it neutralizes the magic of the Decemar blade and Draal comes back to his senses.

Blinky becomes the new elder of the troll market. Nomura recalls Strickler's words that Gunmar now has everything to free Morgana, so they need someone who has already fought with the Elditch queen in the past.

The team is going to search for Merlin's tomb.

[rosemaidenvixen]

For the Halloween thing: not quite a crossover, but Strickler and Jim swap with Eda and Luz role wise in TOH , (not sure WHAT or who that would make Hooty and King in this AU) Jim doesn't know that Strickler is cursed, not until the elixirs Strickler uses run out. Jim thinks there's a monster in the house. And it's hunting him. (or is it?)

Jim sat huddled behind the couch, holding a hand against his mouth to prevent small sounds from escaping with a small imp-like demon pressed against his side. Both of them hiding from the much larger creature that had prowled in from the hall. Desperately hoping the beast couldn’t smell the sweat trickling down his neck or hear his booming heart.

How had he gotten himself into this mess again?

It had started when he’d accidentally fallen into a magical world while biking to school one morning. Then after breaking and entering and an impromptu prison riot he’d made the decision, admittedly terrible looking back now, to stay in said magical world over the summer so his mom wouldn’t have to pay for an expensive summer camp while she took classes in LA. Sure the ground had teeth and the fairies wanted to eat his skin, but staying with a witch he’d met, trading chores for magic lessons, hadn’t seemed like a bad idea.

Then said witch had turned out to be cursed, which did make things more complicated but still manageable.

Until they ran out of the potion needed to keep said curse at bay. 

So all that brought Jim to where he was now, hiding from a cursed witch stuck in beast mode while he rampaged through the house.

And to top it all off, he was trapped in the house with said cursed witch thanks to the boiling rain.

Boiling. Rain.

Yeah when he’d first seen this place that morning he should have just kept on biking.

A sharp poke in his side pulled him out of his thoughts. Looking down to see the small demon, Notenrique, glaring up at him. 

His teacher refused to describe their relationship with Notenrique as anything beyond roommates, even if that didn’t strike Jim as the full truth. Once he’d asked about the meaning behind the name ‘Notenrique’ only to have the small demon give him a ten minute rant about how stupid the name ‘Jim Lake Jr’ was. Since then he tried not to ask questions.

“Oy beanpole, you got a plan yet?” 

“Working on it,” Jim whispered.

“Well work faster!”

There was a creak of the floorboards behind them and they both instantly went still and silent. After a few seconds Jim risked a peek around the side of the couch. Only to see the doorway obscured by a towering figure. 

Nearly eight feet tall if they stood upright, although even hunched over they were still massive, pale green skin and long ivory horns. Large wings folded against his back and long tail thumping against the ground, giving him an overall draconic look, as he sniffed the air in the room. 

Glowing gold eyes pierced through the gloom, and even in the low light Jim could still see the rows of dagger-like teeth lining his jaw. Quickly ducking back behind the couch, Jim held his breath, beside him he could feel Notenrique doing the same, desperately hoping they remained undetected.

The beast gave the room another sniff and then mercifully started to retreat, moving through the doorway and heading further down the hall away from them. Jim didn’t move, he waited one second, two, five, ten. Only then did he finally allow himself to rela–

“Hello!”

Jim jerked, stifling his scream into a strangled squeak and smacking his head on the side of a table. Notenrique shot straight up in the air and landed on the back of the couch, claws out and hackles raised.

“Hooty…” Jim clutched his chest, struggling to get his breathing under control. He was way too young to be having heart attacks “Don’t do that!”

“Yeah you dumb bird worm!” Notenrique glared at him, crawling from the couch back into Jim’s lap.

“Why the long faces fellas?” Hooty twisted his neck until he was staring at them upside down “Don’t worry, I brought you a present!”

His coils spasmed and he started to gag.

“Wait Hooty could you not do that right he–”

Hooty barfed up an owl pellet straight onto Jim’s lap, Notenrique jumping clear at the last second.

Jim grimaced, picking through the mess. Rat bones, twigs, a live bat that flew free up into the rafters, some unlucky person’s scroll–

And a glowing yellow bottle.

Jim grabbed the bottle, heart pounding, but his time from sheer relief “Is this the elixir? Oh man Hooty you’re a lifesaver!”

Notenrique scurried onto Jim’s shoulder “Bout time you made yourself useful,”

“Hey I’m always useful!”

“Then stop screeching at four in the morning!”

“It’s my duty as the owl house to ensure everyone’s is up on time,”

“On time for what? Our ears bleeding!?”

“Guys guys give it a rest!” Jim angled himself between them “We have bigger things to deal with right now,”

Notenrique glowered but stayed quiet while Hooty harumphed “I like the universe with Luz and King better,”

“I– wai– you what?”

“Beanpole do yourself a favor and don’t pay too close attention to Hooty’s nonsense,”

Jim shook himself off, he had the elixir they needed to cure him. Now all they had to do was get it to him…

“Alright guys, I think I have a plan,”

--

A pounding headache, so forceful it threatened to crack his skull in two, was the first thing he was aware of, the second was an unbearably dry texture to his mouth and a brightness behind his eyelids compounding his headache. Raising a hand to rub at his throbbing skull to try and aleve the pressure.

When it became clear that wasn’t working he reached out with his other arm, fumbling around until he eventually found the side of the nest. Forcing himself to ignore the pain and push himself upright only to get smacked with a wave of nausea.

Strickler groaned, leaning heavily against the side of the nest while rubbing his face. His entire body felt like cement, heavy and cumbersome and barely able to move.

From beyond him there was a soft scuffling sound.

“Hey he’s awake,”

Despite his head pounding in protest, Strickler forced himself to pry his eyes open, bright light assaulting his corneas, and pulled himself upright.

He was lying in his nest in his room, which was a disaster. Furniture torn apart and upended, random bits of debris scattered about. Jim and Notenrique were standing near the window, which it looked like they’d patched with a wooden board, instantly hurrying to his side.

Notenrique jumped from Jim’s shoulder to the edge of the nest “How ya feeling bossman?”

Strickler dragged a hand down his face “Like I got in a battle with a truck and lost,”

Jim winced, running a hand through the back of his hair and refusing to meet Strickler’s eye “Yeah about that…”

Strickler followed his line of sight to a license plate laying in the middle of the nest

All at once it came slamming back to him. Agreeing to take on a human student against his better judgment. Being distracted by Jim’s presence, neglecting to stock up in elixirs–

“My curse…”

“Don’t worry, things kind of got crazy-town-banana-pants for a while, but we were able to get you your elixir and calm things down,”

A sour taste rose up in the back of his throat “I’m so sorry Jim, and to you Notenrique,”

“Oh no don’t be,” Jim held up both hands “It wasn’t my truck, and it looks like you can digest metal ok,”

“No I– wait, I ate a truck!?”

Jim and Notenrique glanced at each other then flashed Strickler matching sheepish grins.

He glanced back and forth between them before letting out a heavy sigh “I’ve let you both down. My curse is my responsibility to manage and I failed to do so. Jim I’ll arrange for you to board somewhere else for the rest of your summer. All I ask is that you care for Notenrique–”

“Whoa whoa–” Jim held up both hands “I’m not going anywhere,”

“I can’t possibly ask you to stay after I lost control–”

“This isn’t your fault,” Jim came up directly to the side of the nest “You had a slip up, it happens. I’m not leaving you over one mistake,”

“But I–”

“No buts bossman,” Notenrique scrambled over to perch himself on top of his head “I don’t care if you hulk out every now and again, you’re stuck with me for life, so no take backs!”

Strickler leaned against the side of the nest, exhaustion weighing on him heavily “Boys I am heartened by your faith in me, but the fact of the matter is my curse is dangerous. And these events have proven that I am a threat to you both,”

No one said anything, the only sound the drumming of the boiling rain against the roof. Then after a long time Jim swung himself over to sit on the edge of the nest.

“Look Strickler I…I’m still learning about magic and curses, but I know a little bit about chronic conditions. And from what you told me it sounds like your curse isn’t something you can control, only manage. And for all the weeks I’ve been here you did manage it. I didn’t even know you were cursed until…”

Jim’s gaze drifted down towards the license plate before he shook himself off and continued “Anyways, this was just one slip up,”

“Yeah,” Notenrique spoke up from his perch on top of Strickler’s head “You managed it real good for years, I can’t even remember a time you went all hulky before,”

Blue eyes twinkled, legs thrown out into the nest with ankles crossed and arms folded across his chest “Point is Strickler, if you want to get rid of us you’re going to have to do better than hulking out on your curse and chasing us around the house,”

Notenrique jumped over to perch on his shoulder, matching his cocky look “Yeah, what he said,”

Strickler glanced back and forth between the two boys, a heaviness settling in his chest. He wanted to call them foolish and naive, he wanted to demand that they leave, forcing them out with an abomination if he had to. That’s what a good pa– a good teacher would do.

But instead Strickler stupidly, selfishly got to his feet “Thank you boys. Now I know the house is a mess but I am exhausted and I imagine you two are feeling much of the same, so what do you say we have some dinner and leave the cleaning for tomorrow,”

He stepped out of the nest, Jim following with Notenrique still on his shoulder, letting out a small chuckle as he stepped over a mangled stop sign lying in the doorway “Although from the looks of things I may have filled up on automobiles and street signs,”

“Nah that’s what beanpole used to smack you in the face so I could pour the elixir down your throat,”

Strickler whirled towards Jim, spotting the boy staring back at him with a nervous grin.

Despite himself Strickler felt a smile tugging at his own lips.

What a student indeed.

“Well then I’m sure you worked up an appetite,”

[renee561]

Thanks you for the tag!

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics you posted. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

The Road Divided (Elinor Dashwood x Undisclosed)

He looked at the papers in hand.

His pen was ready to sign, but before he did he needed to be sure that the words were correct; that the benefits were matched on both sides.

Met You Once Upon a Dream (Barbara Lake x Walter Strickler; a collab with @random-emerald-thoughts and these opening lines are hers)

Her world has narrowed down to nothing but agony. Muscles contracting in sporadic bursts, the sensation of ice burning its way down her throat. 

Trolls are real.

Love May Find a Way After All (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth)

He watched and waited. His breath stilled in the night, and his hand curled tight around the leather of the wheel in front of him. Not even the low words of the song penetrated his fogged brain.

My Heart is Yours, Forever (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth)

Jaime rode as quick as he could; he had to go North. There wasn't a choice, not now. More than that, more than anything, he wanted to do the right thing. He no longer wanted to be on the wrong side.

The Coming of Age (Anathema Device x Newton Pulsifer)

She ran her hands down the length of The Dress, and her gentle the newly added detailing in the delicate silk.

Don't Need to Hide (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth)

He eyed himself critically in the mirror, paying extra attention to the leather on his forearms. He had to make sure the leather covered the cast that had been on his arm for three weeks now.

Fight for Our Lives (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth; part 6 of this series)

He stood his ground, fought side by side to Brienne, defeating Wights by the singles and double digits, his only aim to stay alive.

Stay. Don't Leave Me Alone (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth)

She’s hateful, and so am I," he told her, watching from what felt to him like outside his body. He could see in that second before he turned to climb on the back of his horse that his words hit their mark. They pierced her like a sword to her heart, and he felt an instant remorse, though he didn't take back his words. He couldn't. 

Coming North (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth; part 5 of this series)

It was fucking cold here in the North. It was even colder behind enemy lines. Or would it be former enemies? Since both the Targaryen Queen and the Lady of Winterfell were vying for his blood and his head. 

Too Late or Not Too Late? (Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth; part 4 of this series)

Something shifted inside him, almost as if it had been hidden under years and years of pretend apathy.

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Post your last 10 art pieces if you don't write (or a mix) and give us a play by play. What was the inspiration? Any fun facts you can share with us?

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Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics you posted. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

"But K, I don't write but I still create can I still play?"

Post your last 10 pieces and give us a play by play. What was the inspiration? Any fun facts you can share with us?

Anyway let's get on with it

1. Fishing for Compliments - Merman!Crosshair x F!Reader

A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.

2. Drop Me a Line - Wrecker x F!Reader

The young woman stifled a yawn as she continued to work the mass of dough to her standards to be plopped into pans to bake. She continued working the dough sparing glances to the chrono on the wall as the sky outside began to lighten with the sunrise. Her pulse spiked when the chrono was checked again. She abandoned the lump of dough as she snatched up a pastry box. The bell chiming as the door opened and closed.

3. Budding Romance - Rex x F!Reader

“And you’re sure you’ll have them there.”

“A bit of faith would be nice, Anakin.”

4. Skin in the Game - Wrecker x OC (Rina) (18+ Please view responsibly)

Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.

5. Hair Support - Tup x Reader

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

6. Interrogations - Echo x F!Reader (18+ Please view responsibly)

The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.

7. Personal Tastes - Hunter x F!Reader

Strands of meat sizzled and spat as she flipped the tangled mass. Her work distracting from the pair of eyes watching you from the doorway. Her culinary tasks from the staccato chops of a knife to peppers to the accented clink of a mortar and pestle offered a calming tune.

8. Just This Once, Everyone Lives - Rex x Reader

Your bottom lip remained captured between your teeth as the speeder came to a stop. The building looming over the city streets twinkled in the night. A beacon for personnel to gather while dressed to the nines. A hand curled around yours, smoothing over your knuckles.

9. Keep Away - UniversityAU Wrecker x Reader

You filed out with your fellow undergrads as your last class for the afternoon let out. the professor's voice offering mention of the end of the first sprint. You traversed amongst the student body's current before veering off to a corridor. The current loosening its grasp the closer you ventured toward the sanctuary of paper and ink.

10. Nothing Fight - Crosshair x F!Reader

It could be easy to say Clone Force 99 had a culture separate from the sea of clones. Clone medics would be reassigned in the blink of an eye and nat born medics often assigned whoever pissed off the higher ups. This led to your current long term assignment. Having a medic on board being the main reason one of your patients was released to his squad early pending observations.

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[pinkytoothlesso11]

After God knows how long I've finally finished.

So have some full-troll, Warlord! Strickler from my Heart of Stone fic.

[nattikay]

People talk about how it’ll be hard for Jim to sleep on a pillow with his horns but honestly I’m more worried about Strickler lol

[karlyanalora]

Stricklake: Dragon & Knight

Strickler was a dragon in a world of drakes. Not a very big dragon and not as small as Blinkous, but small enough that finding a roomy cave should have been easy. But Strickler was also a changeling, which meant the mountain range thirty minutes north of Arcadia was off limits, and Bular had already claimed the sewers as his. Nomura had the lovely museum basement for a lair, making her nest among the hoard of stone bridge pieces she was tasked with guarding, but that still left Strickler without a lair. What self-respecting dragon didn’t have a lair? Even Not Enrique had staked his claim on the abandoned dog house in the Nunez’s backyard.

The others could mock him all they wanted, but his spacious library was lair enough for him. The two-hour drive to the mansion was worth it (and had been the unexpected boon of deterring Jim from bothering him most nights) when it meant he could sprawl out surrounded by precious tomes and magic artifacts. As a human, he could easily enjoy the rest of the mansion as well. This was his lair and fortress where none save the Dragonhunter dared disturb him. And even then, Jim had his mother’s health to think about.

Strickler ignored the crunch of gravel in his driveway and the banging of his front door being thrown open. If Jim wanted to have another yelling match, he would have to work for it. Apparently the boy was going for stealth this time, though why was lost on Strickler. At last, the door to the library was flung open and Strickler uncurled himself just enough to face his intruder.

“We meet again, Young Atals-” Strickler froze, his large orange eyes blinking in surprise. This was not the knight he was expecting, nor was she arrayed like one he had ever seen.

She carried no Sword of Daylight, but a humble rifle instead. In place of shining armor she wore a kevlar vest. Still, this red haired woman with glasses looked more terrifying than Gunmar himself with that rifle leveled at Strcikler’s head.

“You aren’t the Dragonhunter,” may have been some of the dumbest words Strickler would ever utter. He barely writhed out of the way of her first shot.

“He’s sixteen!” Barbara bellowed. “He shouldn’t be hunting anything.” She reloaded and fired again, Strickler barely yanking his tail out of the way, the bullet neatly piercing straight through the last remaining book on Alchemy. “He should be learning how to drive, not how to kill dragons!” She fired again, shattering a piece of corrupted Heartstone.

There were several exits out of the library, but Barbara was currently blocking the only dragon sized one. All the others required you to be running on two legs instead of four. Strickler briefly weighed the pros and cons of being human at the moment; smaller target, but no scales of armor to protect him. But there was no telling what kind of damage Barbara would sustain if she managed to hit him as a dragon, and current Dragonhunter aside, he found he could not bare the thought of that. However, if Barbara didn’t stop shooting soon, he’d have no hoard left to guard.

“Barbara, it’s me!” he cried as he transformed.

She did lower her gun for a moment. “Walt?”

“Yes.”

Her confusion was quickly swept aside as her fierce protectiveness returned. She stomped right up to him and placed the tip of the barrel of her gun smack dab in the middle of his chest. “You have a lot of explaining to do, mister, so I suggest you get to it.”

[chinesegal]

Thanks for the advice.

First off, I'm aware that there's a long history of hook-nosed creatures being written as antisemitic caricatures and the unfortunate parallels such designs can bring. But personality-wise he is nothing like antisemitic stereotypes. He isn't greedy or motivated by wealth and has plenty of positive traits. Despite being an antagonist he has a sympathetic backstory and plenty of positive traits.

I made him a history teacher because of my own preference. It's because I love the idea of a villain and kid protagonist who have a "teacher-student relationship" when in their civilian roles. I'm aware that his job could make him too close to Strickler, but that isn't a huge concern to me. I don't want to care too much about what other people think, especially as the story he's in is a personal project (currently) just for fun.

The reason Theodore loves history is because he has lived in and studied human societies for centuries. He enjoys learning about cultures and has lived through many historical events.

The straps of his loin-cloth go through pierced holes in his wing membrane and connects at the back.

I want to say thanks for the redesign of his face, although my personal preference is for him to have a more inhuman appearance, he shouldn't look too humanlike.

My personal rule for monsters and non-human creatures I come up with is that they shouldn't be too conventionally attractive to humans. They should possess faces that are organized differently from human faces, or at least kinda ugly.

The reasons include making them difficult to lewd, because I want to have "don't judge people by appearances" which doesn't work if they are too attractive and because I find the process of designing non-human looking creatures much more creative and fun.

I want to ask if its possible to keep his in-human head shape yet still make the monster form look like his human form?

Extended from a character design ask by @chinesegal, shown here. The asker reblogged with further context:

Thanks for the answer! I think I should’ve sent you Theodore’s true monster form: 

if it isn’t too much I would like to hear your opinion on it as well. Any suggestions for how to better connect his forms?

In terms of visual cues I chose to make the color of his vest dark purple like his skin color and his hair a similar color and texture.

I made Theo a history teacher specifically because he is supposed to be a scholarly gentleman with a love for history and that job would be the most conducive to showing that.

I mean I think the bigger problem right now is that if you didn’t tell me these two drawings were of the same person, I would’ve had no idea.

This is partly due to the fact that his vest and blazer are darker, redder versions of the purple and brown on his skin and loincloth, and the fact that his monster form’s hair is a much lighter gray than his human form’s. If we simply adjust the colors a bit:

Now they’re much more closely tied through the visuals.

(However, acknowledging the elephant in the room: The long, hooked nose on his monster form unfortunately resembles a classic trope of antisemitic imagery, and his face in general looks pretty goblin-coded, which can carry its own stereotypical parallels. Of course I don’t believe you intended this at all, but it’s something to be mindful of, especially when it concerns a sneaky character hiding the monster he is underneath. Not a good look, and I’d strongly recommend dialing it back. Check out Writing With Color for more on the subject.)

Leading to further confusion, the head structures of his human form and monster form don’t resemble each other at all.

It’d be beneficial to use the human head as a base and work outward from there, so the monster form actually looks like Theodore.

Also, the values of the monster form are all very close together on the spectrum, making it hard for much to stand out. We clearly see the eyes, horns, and claws, but the hair and wings blend in so much they’re practically indistinct from the body. Continuing with the color alterations:

Here are the two versions in grayscale:

To answer your original question, it looks like the forms are connecting fine, but could maybe use some smoother flow for added appeal and naturalism.

(It’d also be helpful to know how he puts that loincloth on. Does it tie and untie on the opposite side, or the back? Does he just slip it on like a pair of shorts?)

Finally, let’s come back to this sentence for a sec:

I made Theo a history teacher specifically because he is supposed to be a scholarly gentleman with a love for history 

Why, though. What’s the in-universe reason he loves history? Because for anyone unfamiliar with Trollhunters, the character this guy is inspired by is a history teacher. Huh, exactly the same profession. Kinda bizarre considering the plethora of other history-related jobs that exist.

And… “supposed to be”? Was it decreed by the gods that this character has to have the exact same job as this other character? Quite the coincidence there. It’s not like you, the creator, could just change that so it’s less derivative. Like I hate to be a dick about this but that statement was basically “I made [x] this way because [y] is this way”. If you have no other explanation, you’re in trouble.

You talk about this process as if you have no control over it, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Because it’s your own personal project, you have full control. A client could come to me and say, “Hey, draw me a water softener with arms and a face. He’s middle-aged, jolly, and loves scrapbooking”, and I’d have to work within those parameters. Hobbyists don’t have that excuse.

At the end of the day, you are the one who determines this guy’s appearance, his personality, his job, his backstory, his interests, and how all of that fits into the larger story. And you’re also the one who decides whether to take this advice or dismiss it entirely. It’s your right. But if Theo continues to share very specific similarities (not just in the design, but in the writing) with the other character, don’t be surprised if people call him a ripoff and hold you accountable for that.

Good luck.

[joethehoeee]

Stricklake Month week 3 : Sunlight/Moonlight

Or...

SunGoddess!Barbara & MoonGod!Walter

You all don't believe how I lost my sanity while drawing that. It is my most detailed work and the longest I ever took to draw. Over 12 hours.

Anyways...

Barbara is the sun goddess, bringing light into the world. Walter it the moon god and brings darkness over the world. Two individuals that are considered too different to get along, however, unbeknown to yearn for each other.

Their outfits are inspired by Gods in all kinds of mythology and obviously my own touch. Both wear a headband-like crown with a moon/sun. They are obviously themed in their colors, however, their eyes are supposed to represent each other. Walter’s eyes grow in a bright yellow while hers show a soft blue. (Obviously it is from canon, tho I thought it was a nice addition to make)

I can't say much about the AU beside the fact that I LOVE IT. My writing explains the World building much better...sooo

Link for my fanfiction for Sunlight/Moonlight

Now close up:

[mysteriesmuse]

A/N: I am so HAPPY to be participating a little bit in Whumptober this year! I am really proud of this work and the prompts are just so inspiring! I hope y’all enjoy!! —————— No. 13: Catty Cauterization.

“Oh look at that, I’ve been impaled.”

——————

Douxie can see your figure trembling like a leaf.

He can see Archies tail shaking and fur bristling in front of him.

He can hear the fight going on outside. . . The trollhunter, Claire, Tobias, Strickler. He can hear Arrrgh and Blinky too. The Tarons. Oh wow, he can here a lot of his friends fighting out there protecting the world.

Good on ye’ lads. keeping Nari safe from the Arcane order.

But for some reason Douxie can not seem to hear your voice. Its not like you aren’t right in front of him mere inches from his face.

Admit the clamor of swords and yelling Douxie seems to have lost track of the sound of your voice.

. . . Your lips sure are moving fast though . . .

——————

You are shaking like you can not believe. It should be near 0 degrees for you to be shivering so viciously, you’re certain.

“This has been hurting, I know. I tell you- I promise, I know,” actually it was very cold where you were. Nothing colder than a barrage of deadly icicles upon arrival, “but I have to get the icicle out. We- Archie, we’re gonna have to get this removed out of him.”

Archies head whips around as you call his name beckoning him over.

“I- want do you want me to do Y/N?”

You’re not sure? The taste of pennies is brought to your tongue, so you relent your bottom lip that’s been captive between your teeth.

As the battle rages in the distance you look to Archie and then to Douxie with a shaky lips.

“ Archie, I think I know what I want you to do.”

———————

Douxie can feel your hands pressing against either side of his leg. Your gorgeously messy hair is tickingly the side of his face.

Douxie croaks out, “Isn’t this the part where I say, ‘look at that. I’ve been impaled.’”

You give him a ghastly look of mortification, pausing to peer up from your work on his leg.

“Are you quoting Olaf from Frozen right now?”

Douxie gives you a sheepish smile and a shrug, “It seemed appropriate.”

You scoff turning to your feline friend, “Unbelievable. His’s absolutely unbelievable. Douxie, you are unbelievable, you know that?”

Douxie sighs watching you go back to staring at his leg. The dripping sound of melting, the sensation of wet denim, and heat like a blowtorch all meddle with his state of mind, boring him.

He needs to poke some fun at you.

Hisirdoux Casperan can not be expected to just sit here and do nothing as you and Archie, two of his best friends, sit here nursing him back to health.

He needs to know that you and Arch are gonna be okay taking care of him.

“Lovelies’, as you two are, I’m sure I’ll be fine and dandy by the morning.”

“Douxie I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Arch states, “unless your definition of dandy includes a gouging hole in your leg than sure. We‘ll be just-“

“Agghhh-“

“-fine.”

———————

Neither of you can do anything as Douxie wriggles his back in pain against the cement bridge you’re hiding out under.

Well, perhaps, you and Archie could sit here astutely watching your friend writhe in pain as you sit on you knees thrusting a jacket onto the bleeding wound in Douxie’s thigh. The release of the piercing icicle doing nothing but to agitate the progressive bleeding.

“I think I know what we have to do Arch . . .”

“And what is that Y/N?”

You shake your head pressing your arms against Douxie’s leg, “You’re gonna have to Cauterize his wound.”

——————-

“Alright Douxie, I’m going to blow fire on your leg, okay? Y/N’s gonna count it down for me.”

Douxie can see you nodding vigorously as you slowly release up on the weighted pressure against his lap.

He’s already been partly undressed, to the knee really, but how else were you guys gonna get a clean take at this?

It’s probably not the most mortifying day in his century of life. . . Oh boy it could sure come close though.

“Okay here we go.”

Fuzzbuckets, this laundry detergent taste terrible. I mean I guess that’s what he gets for a quality detergent and stain remover. By Deya’s grace at least he can bite down on the sleeve of a clean jacket of all things, whilst his best friends fret over cauterizing his wound themselves.

“Okay, here we go Douxie, here we go. Hold on, 1, 2, 3.”

The world is a flash of your face lighting up before disappearing behind a blast of blue flame.

It’s like Archie is just putting a torch blower’s flame to his leg. And there’s nothing more he wants then to gag: at the taste of this jacket and at the smell of his own burning flesh.

However, Douxie is absolutely grateful that this particular blue flame is always attached to his friend, coming to save his behind in moments of danger.

[theoldandnewfirm]

The Wild Hunt

Fandom: Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia)

Pairing: Barbara Lake/Walter Strickler (Stricklake)

Rating: Teen

Summary: The dark is home to predators. Tonight, he is among them.

(Or: I really wanted Strickler hunting Barbara, but you know. For sexy reasons.)

Above him, the moon hangs whole and bright. Below him, forest stretches to the mountains on the horizon; the woods are home to a thousand night creatures whose squeaks and skitters filter up to him through the canopy. The air is rich with tantalizing scents: wood smoke, behind him. Carrion, several dozen yards to his right. A herd of mule deer by the river.

And, piercing through it all, the trail that he’s been following for the last few minutes: briny sweat and sweet, milky lotion. The smell of his prey.

The dark is home to predators. Tonight, he is among them.

How long had it been since he last hunted like this? Not with gun or bow or knife, but with wing and talon and claw?

He misses his human form; he always will. But he can’t deny there’s something invigorating, something primal, about experiencing the world through the lens of a troll.

He dips lower, mindful to angle his path so that he's still largely masked by the canopy. It wouldn’t do to have his prey alerted to his presence by his silhouette crossing the moon, or his eyes glowing down through the branches.

Especially when the pursuit is so close to ending. From his vantage he sees what they likely can’t, between the dark and the understory: the tree line, and the meadow beyond it. A stretch of flat, featureless land where he’ll be exposed, but so will they.

With a snap of his wings, he speeds towards the gap, alights in the bare branches above, and waits.

Soon, his prey’s arrival is heralded by rustling brush and footsteps that come to an uncertain pause at the tree line. They sidle up against a broad trunk, clearly trying to use it for cover as they peer around, weighing their next move.

A burden they no longer have to worry about when, with a great crack of snapping twigs and dry leaves, he leaps from his perch and dives straight towards them.

Panic is a funny thing, in humans— while logic says the best escape route is one that presents plenty of obstacles between you and your pursuer, people nonetheless tend to choose the path of least resistance: open ground. In this case the meadow, which his prey bolts to with him close behind.

He has speed and momentum on his side; it’s no contest. There’s a shriek that’s half outrage, half laughter as he scoops the squirming figure into his arms and tugs them close before bearing them up into the sky.

“Not fair!” she says, swatting him on the chest for emphasis.

“In what way?”

“Obviously I can’t outrun you if you fly.”

“It’s not about outrunning, my dear; it’s about outmaneuvering.” He shifts her around so she’s more securely supported by his arms. “There are ways to escape a hunter, if you know their tricks and traits.”

“Probably helps if you aren’t tipsy,” she suggests, as she drapes her arms over his shoulders and laces her fingers against the back of his neck.

“Yes, sobriety is a rather important prerequisite.”

Though the aforementioned tipsiness is how she came to this idea in the first place, so he can’t truly complain.

“Well now that you’ve caught me,” she asks, her eyes half lidded, her voice low, “what will you do with me?”

He hums, as if considering. Then, he dips his head to her shoulder before baring his teeth, so that she’ll feel the press of them through the thin layers of her shirt and tank. She shivers, not with fear. “Why--devour you, of course.”

“Mm. Please."

[eurazba]

WIP Folder

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Tagged by: @thosetrollkids and @autumnalfallingleaves (thank you I love talking about the million things I’m working on :3)

Now, I’m only gonna share stuff that I’ve worked on/touched in the last yearish (like 10ish months), because that’s about my mental timeline for what I consider a “current” or “active” WIP and this list would be unbearable otherwise.

Writing

-KIR Ch6

-Chapter 4 Arrival of a Shadow

-Josh’s Moving Lodge Ch 1 & 2, 3 & 4, 5 & 6, 7 & 8 (4 docs)

-Josh’s Moving Lodge Prequel

-Motherfuckin’ Assassin

-We Are Beings Ch 1, 2, & 3 (3 docs)

-Grandpa Douxie Au

-Time Lopop Ch 1

-Lyrics Lost in Translator

-Hammerhack Body intros

-The Santa Clause (but better)

-Stuck in Arcadia

-Over the Wall Au

-Sleeping Together Climbing Chrash

-Trobbit Au

-Jim the Unkillable

-Trollhunters Reboot

-Miraculous Ladybug Au the one with Jim & Strickler

-Binan Au

- Advisor Eret/Beefcake Astrid Au

-Good Place Au

Art

-Aloece and Aieoh

-bee girl

-Big Hot Demon Lady

-goopy

-la llrona

-LET ME FEED YOU ASSHOLE

-Lunar Chronicals wing au

-mmmmHOPT

-New Magical girl concept dark

-oh little torch shine redesign

-orig expressions

-salacious sarvik

-starin’ Sarvik

-Sunbutt corruption

-Sweetheart

-The high Wizards

-Thief and princess horse

-Tim you know damn well I’m not talking about the smoothie

-twirl

-yeehaw

-a family of furries

-angle dviel wofe

-anime peryton

-banama bread

-beeb

-books upon books

-Bronie Bee the HUmmingbird fox

-catch your lover

-i will protect you little warrior

-little hummingbird warrior

-tiiger

-trusona vs bronie bee

-unreadable

-Arcane Order redesigns/big focking bellroc

-catboy toby

-claire school picture

-dj kleb is in the house

-Lazy Lovers morning

-Paloma Pierce

-Sally Go-Chat

-Shakesperian Quotations

-toa ps5 animatic

-chawmp

-jml sketches

-poetic cinema

-the witch hannah

-until dawn kids renfest

-whatcha readin’

As you can see... I cannot tag as many people as I have WIPs... so I will tag a few people, who (as far as I’m aware) haven’t been tagged for this game already

I tag: @somethingscarlet13, @rockymaidenvixen, @love-fireflysong, @fiorephenomenon, @appendingfic, @babblish, & @elizabethemerald

[bklily]

The way i'd rewrite the Strickler sacrifice scene (because obviously) would be very simple (part 1):

He does take the bombs from Jim, but he's not dumb, he wont try to suicide bomb it. Instead he aims to scatter the bombs around the legs of the ice titan, to take it down long enough for jim and the rest to finish it off.

He's almost done circling the titan when his wings start to freeze over and Skrael notices his plan. He aims an ice beam at strickler that misses at first, allowing strickler to place the final bomb and start to fly away before they explode.

But with his wings in that state he isn't very fast and Skrael sends an ice attack directly at his chest, piercing him and making him fall to the ground. Thanks to the fall and the fact his wings were ice solid, one of them breaks off almost entirely, leaving him permanetely damaged

However the bombs go off and the titan falls. An injured and freezing over Strickler tells jim to forget about him and go finish off Skrael, but jim refuses. He wouldn't abandon Strickler there injured and on the verge of death. So he turns and carries the injured changelling back to the flying camelot while the titan reformed in the background

[phoenixlionme]

My Favorite Fictional Couples Part 9

NOTE: Be respectful of my choices; the OTPs are not ranked, just of who I thought when making this list.

1. Disney’s Mulan: Fa Mulan + Li Shang = Mulang

2. TLOK: Bolin + Opal Beifong = Bopal

3. Marvel Comics: Kareem aka Red Dagger + Kamala Khan aka Ms. Marvel = Redmarvel

4. Marvel Comics: Carol Danvers aka Captain Marvel + James Rhodey aka War Machine = Carolrhodey

5.  Marvel Comics: Adam Brashear aka Blue Marvel + Monica Rambeau aka Spectrum = Bluespectrum

6. Dreamworks’ Tales of Arcadia franchise: Jim Lake Jr. + Claire Nunez = Jlaire

7. Dreamworks’ Tales of Arcadia franchise: Walter Strickler aka Stricklander + Barbara Lake = Stricklake

8. DC Comics: Anissa Pierce aka Thunder + Grace Choi = Thundergrace

9. Marvel Comics: Peter Parker aka Spider Man aka Mary Jane “M.J.” Watson = Petermj

10. DC Comics (YJ): Garfield Logan aka Beast Boy + Queen Perdita of Vlatava = Gardita