#strickjagger

[trollhuntermom]

[ DOORSTEP ]!

kissing prompts || @strickjagger​

The night had been wonderful; Barbara couldn’t remember the last time she had been this relaxed. It wasn’t just that Walt was intelligent and clever – two very different qualities that rarely were that prominent in one person – or even just that he could make her laugh to the point of an undignified small snort – I hope he didn’t notice -

- but she felt as if they were connected.

Truly. As if some part of her was relieved to see him. It didn’t feel like awkwardly getting to know someone new, it felt like meeting someone very close after not seeing them for a very long time.

I’ve been missing you.

Which was ridiculous of course. One date was nothing, they hardly knew each other. Chemistry, she thought when they stopped outside her door and she looked up into his green eyes. That’s all it is.

And this very moment was the only one that night not alive with conversation and banter. They watched each other in silence for a few heartbeats, then he leaned down and pressed their lips together, slowly and gently-

- and perhaps it lingered a bit longer because she leaned into it, or maybe neither of them wanted the moment to end –

- but it did, as all moments do, and before she knew it she watched him drive away as she closed the door.

Who knows?

[broken-crcwn]

When in doubt, strangle Stricklander.

Bular, probably

@strickjagger

[trashchild-7up]

@strickjagger They grin and lean in close, all friendly and sweet. “Hhhhhhiiii Walter.”

[arcane-nari]

Drabble about Nari teaching a young Merlin nature magic

Drabble Prompts please! // @merlintheimmortal

He was a clever thing really. Fascinatingly so. Nari was sat crouched on a rock nearby as she watched his hands shift, the muscles and tendons working as the boy’s veins carried the magic from his core to the tips of his fingers. “You cannot be so controlling and forceful,” she instructed, the first thing said in hours. “You must be gentle and let it flow through you.” 

Hours would pass again in near-silence as she watched Merlin practise,  the sun’s light dappling and shifting through the leaves. She only realized too late that he was mortal and thus needed to eat and rest after so much time working. And it would be centuries still before she remembered such things with ease.

[fear-before-valor]

Offensive thing to track Jim down? He'll pull out his phone and say loudly, "Why yes, Barbara! I'd LOVE to move in with you and Jim."

MAJOR success:

Jim stops immediately, and runs right out of the crowd. "Wait! Mom, let's talk about this!" He yells. "I live there too!"

[trollamulet-archived]

“ strickler. “ he starts, lingering in the shadows of the room. the curtains drawn to keep out a majority of daylight from burning him. strickler could stand in the sun and jim was so so jealous. it burned him now, searing even through the protection of the armour. “ i have some stuff to ask. you know. about being a troll. you’ve been doing this all your life, and it’s been... not a lot of time for me. “ 

@strickjagger​

[grcwingstrcng]

@strickjagger​ // starter with Jimbo

“Rules can just be invented, right?” Especially if one didn’t like the current ones. ‘Always finish the fight’ wasn’t his favorite to be honest, even now.

[changeling-mama]

ruby n strickler doin whatever, naughty or nice! Dealer's choice!

Art prompts – especially shippy ones ;)

Did someone say regency fools

[championsofarcadia]

™ (i am obligated by law to see Jim impersonate Strickler)

Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours.

“It’s nothing personal Young Atlas, I’m only trying to kill you. By the way, I hope this doesn’t make things awkward, but I’m also trying to bang your mom,” Jim mocked, making the most snobbish accent he could think of.

[but-master]

📖

Hisirdoux is a secret book thief! ...Sorta.

At any given point during his residency with the Magnanimous Merlin himself, Hisirdoux has about 2 to 10 books from Merlin’s library, which he pilfered to his room. Sometimes he asks permission, but sometimes he swipes something he knows Merlin wouldn’t approve of. It’s never meant to be malicious, however. He’s just very eager to learn, both because he wants to know magic and its intricacies, but also because a part of him longs to impress Merlin. He does not get reading time too often, but he has been known (by Archie mostly) to stay up into the late hours of the night-- “just one more chapter, Arch, I swear!”-- reading, and sometimes taking notes. One day he’ll be able to pull off those spells, he swears. One day.

[trollhuntermom]

A concept: Strickler and Barbara going on holiday together but the relaxing trip kind of escalated into an anthropological adventure and their most heated discussion is whether Strickler gets to keep an artefact or hand it over to a museum. ❤️

[broken-crcwn]

"1. How do you really feel about Strickler? 2. How do you really feel about Strickler? 3. How do you really feel about Strickler?"

Ask my muse three questions, and they will have to answer one truthfully

The other two they can answer…but they are not obligated to answer with the truth

“THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THREE DIFFERENT QUESTIONS, YOU LEATHER-WRAPPED GUT PURSE!”

“Fine. I hate him. I hate him more than I have hated any Trollhunter that ever lived, including the boy wonder. I hate him more than I hated Arthur, Merlin, and every other misguided fleshbag who has ever gotten in my way. Stricklander is a sneaking, scheming, conniving, underhanded cur that can’t be trusted as far as that metal-mouthed Tobias boy can throw an anvil.

“I hate him because I needed him. I hate him because without him, we never would have gotten as far as we did. I hate him because he was of more use to my own father than I could have ever hoped to be.

"And he weaponizes that fact and uses it to spear me as often as he can. I hate him for that, too.”

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[fear-before-valor]

Cont. // @strickjagger

"What?" Jim was confused. He rethought his wording. Oh. Oh no.

He flushed, "No! The point was that you're a jerk!"

[nrth-wind-a]

Cont. // @strickjagger

“The kind where I receive your help, and in exchange, I make humans... pay for their actions against magic. Against you.”

[changeling-mama]

🛌 take a nap with yours [ s,,soft ]

Soft Starters || Accepting

As much as it was entertaining to watch humans fling accusations wildly, accusing this woman of witchcraft or that goat of being the devil, it grew...tiring after a while. Witches were all well and good, but the mindless torture and execution of innocent people reminded Ruby too much of the place in which she’d been raised. 

And, anyway, it was only a matter of time until someone pointed a finger her way. Attempted hangings were hell on the throat, and she wasn’t in the mood for another one so soon after the last.

So she went for a walk in the moonlight, twenty miles to the city, wherein lay another creature who would surely be accused in time, if he hadn’t been already. She sought out the house that smelled most like him -- of old books and new ink and the slightest tang of wicked magics. 

He was likely asleep by now. No candles glowed in the windows, no distant sounds of work being done within. She climbed up the wall with claw and paw pad, but winced at the sound of the window latch releasing as she pushed it open.

Strickler’s eyes glowed at her from where he lay, two angry spots of yellow among the dark bedclothes. Before he could say anything however, she scoffed. “Don’t be such a baby.”

Whatever he said went unacknowledged as she slinked into the room, drawing the window shut again behind her. She had more important things to worry about -- like if Strickler would decide to draw a knife on her as she approached. It wasn’t entirely out of the question, but she’d gladly take it over the noose.

Still, he seemed to relax enough as she crawled into the bed next to him. Memories of the darklands still haunted her, but she was too proud to ask if they came for him, too. The senselessness of it all. As if a goat could be a danger to anyone’s soul. No, the humans just wanted to show they were powerful, in the most brutal ways they could.

“I’m tired,” she said, and shut her eyes, though she waited for the bed to shift, waited for him to decide to leave her there alone. He grumbled enough, and threatened it at least twice. But he never dead. By the time sleep found her, he was already nodding off as well.