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an-autistic-dweeb · 1 year ago
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Silly lil’ Draal headcanon I’ve got for y’all.
WARNING ⚠️: slightly suggestive
If you are Draal’s lover, wear lipstick, and he is accustomed to the whole kissing idea, he doesn’t dare try to wash the lipstick marks off.
Like, he’ll just walk into the pub with bright red kiss marks all over his face (even on his chest sometimes). And when other trolls will ask him what it is, he’ll just smirk and say something along the lines of, “Love marks.”
He’s a boastful and proud Troll who loves to show off. Especially when it comes to you, his lover. He loves you and isn’t shy about letting people know. So, he is definitely not gonna be shy about the smudges and marks your glamorous makeup leaves behind.
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carlandoxlestappen · 11 months ago
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My Jim | Jim Lake Jr.
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I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written.
But also, I’m sorry for completely disappearing. I’m trying to get my mojo back and I rewatched Trollhinters and remembered how much I love Jim Lake Jr.
“Where is Jim?” Was the first thing Barbra said as she ran into her home along with Toby, Strickler, Claire and Y/n, only to find her living room looking completely trashed with only Merlin standing in it.
No sign of Jim in sight.
“Finally becoming a true Trollhunter.“ The wizard answered firmly.
“You’d never.” Strickler said warningly, but it was too late.
They heard a thump from the bathroom upstairs, the group immediately ran up the stairs. “Jim!” Y/n gasped in realization.
“Jim! Are you in there?” Barbra yelled worryingly as she knocked on the door harshly.
“Jim please, just open the door!” Y/n shouted, pounding at the wooden door. “We will figure this out together just come out please!” She had tears in her eyes as she called for him, getting a sense of Deja vu of when he decided to go into the Darklands, all by himself.
“Jim! They’ve freed Morgana!” Claire said, standing by her best friend’s side as she hit the door. Y/n was staring worriedly as Claire pulled her back, allowing Strickler space as he began to ram his shoulder into the door at a desperate attempt to get to Jim before it was too late. Finally after a few tries, the door gave in and was flung open as they all rushed in but…there was no Jim. There was an empty jar on the floor and some sort of black matter spread in the water of the bathtub, but it was disappearing.
“Jim? Jim? Jim!” Barbra called repeatedly, staring at the black matter as it slowly dissipated. Strickler bent down and grabbed the jar on the floor, looking at it cautiously as they all watched, Claire, Toby and Y/n standing by the door frame helplessly. The girl watched in despair as Claire placed a hand on her shoulder. “What’s happened to my son? Where is my son?” The woman asked him frantically while he just stared at the jar with wide eyes, causing Claire to cover her mouth with her free hand as Toby stared in shock and a tear dropped from Y/n’s eye.
She quickly turned around, hiding her face in Claire’s shoulder.
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It was the middle of the night. Y/n had fallen asleep, curled up on Barbara’s couch. They were both distraught after what happened as they waited for Jim to come back, and she decided it would be best to allow her to stay over, so she could be with her. Barbra was standing in the kitchen, watching the poor girl as she sipped on her tea before suddenly the door swung open, the glass of it shattering.
“Jim! Are you okay?” She said as she quickly ran to the front door, the girl on the couch jumping awake at the sound of her boyfriend’s name. She heard a grunt and a thump as she stumbled up, tripping over the blanket Barbara had kindly draped over her before running to the door.
“What’s going on? Is Jim-“ Y/n started to ask, but as soon as she rounded the couch, she gasped at the sight in front of her.
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Claire, Toby and Y/n flinched at the argument between Merlin and Barbara, the sounds of their voices and glass shattering traveling from the kitchen to the living room. “‘Promise’? ‘Promise’? You promised to help Jim!”
“Um, guys? He’s waking up!” Claire called to the others as the three teenagers watched anxiously, Y/n’s eyes wide as she watched her boyfriend stir on the couch where she had been sleeping a few hours ago. Blinky walked in, making Toby and Claire part so he could get a closer look as she moved towards her best friend, once again reaching for her shoulder. Claire truly had no idea how to help or comfort her in this situation. She knew how to comfort a friend if a boyfriend broke up with her. But a friend whose boyfriend turned into a troll? That was way out of her league. Jim grunted as he turned to lay on his back before his eyes flew open.
There he is. Y/n thought in relief, Jim’s bright blue eyes which she adored so much looking around then focusing on Blinky.
“Great grumbly Gruesome.” The troll muttered in shock as Jim sat up, rubbing his head with a groan.
“Honey? Do you feel okay?” Barbara asked slowly as she sat down next to him, touching his arm gently.
“He’s fine!” Merlin answered from the kitchen.
“We’re not asking you!” Blinky said in annoyance as Y/n turned around, giving the wizard a glare.
“One more word from you and Morgana won’t have a wizard to kill.” The girl grumbled harshly before turning back to the couch.
“I-I’m fine.” Jim answered softly, a smile on his face as he reached to touch his mom’s forearm but then got startled upon seeing his own hand. Well, his new, blue, four fingered hand. “Ahh! What’s wrong with my hand?” He asked as he stood on the couch
“Nothing’s wrong with your hand.” Claire said quickly. “It’s just a little…meatier.”
“In a good way!” Toby piped in, letting out a nervous chuckle. “It’s like you…leveled up.” He tried to put a positive spin on it.
“Yeah! You’re uh, bigger?” Y/n tried to help, but ended up wincing at her own words instead. Aaarrrgghh walked closer, beginning to sniff Jim with the stronger smelling sense he got when he was resurrected. He pushed his nose closer, his face pressing into Jim’s body before he suddenly moved away.
“No like. No like troll Jim.” Aaarrrgghh said in his broken English as he shook his head with fear showing on his face. He looked at Jim before turning away and quickly walking away from the living room.
“My elixir transformed our Trollhunter to something not quite human, not quite troll.” Merlin explained as Aaarrrgghh peeked back into the living room next to him.
Y/n reached out and grabbed Jim’s hand with both of hers, leading him down from the couch. Her eyes widened as she realized that both her hands barely even covered his new one, she was practically holding onto just his fingers. Jim was looking down at her and when she looked back, it also made both of them notice the new height difference.
“Like a changeling?” Toby asked as he looked to Strickler, who walked over and grabbed Jim’s chin, moving it aside as if to get a better look at him.
“No.” The man said confidently. “Changelings switch from fully troll to fully human. Jim is…neither.” He sighed as Jim stared at him, his face falling with his words. He let out a sound before jumping away, dropping Y/n’s hand as he jumped over the dining table and the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and they all heard the sound of kitchen tools cluttering as they quickly followed him. Y/n walked into the kitchen to see her boyfriend holding the toaster up to his face, using it as a makeshift mirror to observe himself as he made the sound you usually do when the dentist tells you to say ‘ah’ while he looked over his new teeth and most importantly, his much, much bigger canines.
“This isn’t so bad.” Toby said optimistically as the three teenagers walked over to him together. “You know, after a little haircut, we’ll find you some sunglasses, maybe a good dentist, huh?” He held his arms out and let out a nervous chuckle. “I know one. You’ll be right back to normal!”
“I look hideous!” Jim replied. Still staring at the reflection from the toaster. Y/n quickly leaned over, putting her hand on his shoulder and making him turn to look at her.
“You’re not, Jim. You’re really not.” She said, so easily it almost made him believe her, but then she caressed his cheek and he looked down to see that she actually had lean up to reach him, something she never had to do before. Jim smiled back at her softly but he still couldn’t help but look back at his reflection. They ignored the ruckus in the living room, until Jim heard Merlin talk.
“He is now capable of feats we never thought possible.” The old wizard said, making Jim turn to look at him curiously.
“Like what?”
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After everything that happened last night, with Jim and Aaarrrgghh having a friendly spar and Claire and Jim having a competition of catch the Jim with her shadow staff, the boy never returned. They were all worried sick, and looked for him the whole day, until Barbara called Y/n, who was with Toby and Claire, telling her to go look at the school for him.
“Jim? Jim?” Toby called as they ran in through Claire’s portal. They walked through the locker area, Y/n and Claire looking all around while Toby checked the bathroom. “Jim, you in here?” Y/n and Claire each walked into different classrooms and Y/n immediately noticed a marking on a table, Jim’s table. She walked closer to see that his name had been carved into it.
“Jim?” She wondered quietly into the empty room. She leaned closer and ran her fingers over his name with a sigh as Claire walked in, asking if she found anything. “He must’ve been here.” Y/n sighed, and the girl grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face her.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to find him and get him back.” Claire said reassuringly, making Y/n nod and take a deep breath before grabbing her hand as they walked out to check on Toby for any progress. “Toby!” Claire called as the two walked into the gym, noticing the boy standing by the bleachers at the other end of the room.
“He’s here!” He yelled, but that was apparently the wrong move because Jim quickly jumped from his spot under the bleacher with a practically animalistic growl, a sound that made Y/n’s eyes widen slightly as she glanced at Claire, her eyes saying everything, that came from Jim? He grabbed onto the latter before quickly moving to the rope and climbing it with ease. As soon as he got to the end he reached for a pole that was held far over their heads and crouched on it.
“Jim wait please!” Y/n shouted frantically as she and Claire ran over.
“Don’t you get it? I’m not Jim anymore. Go away!” He snarled at her before jumping away and through the window.
“He’s going to the roof.” Toby announced as he realized, causing Claire to quickly whip out her staff and conjure up a portal to the roof, but instead of walking through it, she gestured for Y/n to go, also grabbing Toby by the back of his shirt when he tried to walk into it. “You go. He needs you right now, more than us.” She said, ignoring Toby’s grumbling as she encouraged her best friend. Y/n took a deep breath before walking through the portal to the roof,.
“Jim.” She said softly, finally seeing him standing in front her, but as soon as he noticed her, Jim ran to hide behind something. “Please Jim, don’t run away.” She sighed, walking closer as he panted. “Whatever you are…we still love you. I still love you.” She said, making him somewhat perk up as he climbed atop the thing, looking down at her. They both ignored the sound of Claire’s portal opening behind them and Toby’s complaints to get off the roof. “I get it, you’re not Jim anymore. But you’re still someone we all care about.” Toby and Claire walked over, nodding along to her words.
“I can’t fight Gunmar and be the person you want me to be.” Jim said, looking away from them and staring downwards.
“We’re here on this roof for you.” Y/n looked up at him, trying to show her emotions through her eyes.
“Especially me, man. I just let Claire almost strangle me with my own shirt for you. Well, for Y/n too but still!” Toby added, making Claire roll her eyes but she still nodded at Jim encouragingly.
“And i get it, maybe you feel that everything has changed, but only the outside stuff. Inside you’re still you.” Y/n said softly, making Jim look down at them.
“You’re still our Jim.” Claire smiled.
“And we’re better for it. Jimbo.” Toby chimed in as Jim sighed. “Maybe your old life is over but that doesn’t mean we can’t be a part of your new one.”
“We want to be a part of it.” Y/n said and walked closer as Jim finally moved down to the floor. “No matter what you are, or how you look. You’re still my Jim.” She noticed he didnt look very convinced, and decided to make sure he knew her love for him, even if it took hours to explain. Because really, who could put them into words? “Jim who cooks the best steak I’ve ever tasted, Jim who was so nervous about meeting my parents you practically brought a buffet,”
She giggled at the memory, making him chuckle as he remembered how he came to her mother’s event, carrying so many dishes they practically covered his face and blocked his vision. Of course it still went wrong when the amulet started spewing different versions of him, but that’s just the way everything was for them. “Jim who danced with me in the most beautiful spot in Arcadia instead of some lame Mole Mania prom, Jim, my boyfriend. Who i love.”
She slowly reached up, and this time, he leaned down to her as she caressed his cheek, staring at him with a loving smile, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he thinks. “Jim, who I see my future with.” She said softly, making a smile make It’s way to his face as he reached to take off the hand that was on his cheek, intertwining their fingers instead.
Which once again brought his attention to the new differences, as he saw the way his blue hand held hers, so small and delicate compared to his. As soon as Y/n noticed the speck of doubt on his face, she was quick to interject. “It’s okay.” She reached with her other hand and grabbed his, holding them both between them. “It’s new and it will take some time getting used to, but It’s you. And i love every part of you there is.” She held their hands close to her heart, making tears pool in his eyes.
Suddenly, his mother and Strickler burst through the door to the roof, while Blinky reached it from the other side, with the help of Aaarrrgghh, of course. Y/n smiled at him as she stepped back, allowing them to reach him.
She watched with a smile and glassy eyes as he practically melted into Blinky’s arms once he wrapped him in a warm embrace. Claire walked closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling as Y/n leaned her head on her shoulder.
“I told you we’d get him back.”
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yuki2sksksk · 9 months ago
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Angor Rot x Reader, but you are an assigned Guardian/Protector for every chosen Trollhunters so it's lovers to enemies
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sweetbabycheesez · 2 months ago
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Only you
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groupchat: KISS N TELL🔥🔥🔥 darci 🍓: claire ditched us for her BOYFRIEND mary 💅: jim is so boring i can’t believe she chose love over liquor you: LMAO darci 🍓: anyways we’re going to that party on bellevue. not up for discussion. mary 💅: pls look hot i can’t carry this group on my own you: i always look hot mary 💅: true darci 🍓: okay okay get ready. picking u up in 30
You didn’t even know whose house it was. Some college guy Mary maybe hooked up with once—or not. The whole place smelled like weed and Ralph Lauren cologne, and someone was playing beer pong with a bowl of M&M’s.
It was that kind of night.
You stuck close to Mary for the first half-hour, sipping something that made your tongue burn and pretending to be more interested in some sophomore’s breakup story than you actually were. Then Darci elbowed you.
“Look,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Near the stairs.”
You followed her gaze.
There he was.
Douxie.
Leaning against the wall in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled, a few necklaces dangling just loose enough to catch the light. Jeans with rips that looked accidental but definitely weren’t. His hair tied back—except for the dark, blue-dyed ends that brushed his shoulders.
He looked... like a sketch someone drew in the margins of a poetry book.
Mary whistled low. “Okay he’s like actually insane looking.”
“Have you ever heard him talk?” you asked, sipping again.
“Yeah, like once. British accent." Darci said
You weren’t even trying to flirt. Not really. You just walked past him to get to the kitchen. He looked up. You looked back. And then, as you opened the fridge:
“You looking for something?”
You turned. “Something that doesn’t taste like gasoline.”
He gestured to the soda can in his hand. “Try this. It’s vintage.”
You arched a brow. “So, old.”
“Not old,” he said, grinning. “Vintage.”
He handed it to you. His rings brushed your fingers. You drank without breaking eye contact.
And yeah, okay. That was a little cocky. But only a little.
Later, you ended up in some bedroom upstairs because the music downstairs was too loud and your feet hurt and he said, “Wanna sit somewhere quieter?” in that low, weirdly calm voice that made your stomach do something stupid.
The room smelled like shampoo and someone’s laundry. There was a record player on the dresser. Actual vinyl.
“No way,” you said, walking over. “People still use these?”
He shrugged. “They sound better.”
You raised a brow. “You just like pretending it’s 1962.”
He smiled. “That too.”
He pulled a record from the sleeve—some romantic ballad that made your heartbeat drop into your stomach—and set the needle. The crackle came first. Then the sound.
“Only you… can make this world seem right…”
You turned around slowly.
“That’s not fair,” you said.
“What’s not?”
“You’re setting me up.”
He walked toward you, slow. “You sound like you want to be set up.”
You didn’t move. “You don’t even know me.”
He was close enough now that you could smell mint gum and cologne and maybe a little smoke.
“I know enough,” he said. “I just want to kiss you.”
And then?
Then he did.
Hard.
There was no soft lean-in, no slow build-up. Just his hands in your hair, your back hitting the dresser, mouths crashing like you’d both been waiting for this all night.
He kissed like he didn’t care if anyone walked in. Like he needed it. One hand gripped your waist, dragging you closer. The other slid into your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp.
You bit his lip. He groaned.
You felt it in your spine.
Your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, nails dragging up his stomach, and he shivered against you. He tasted like Coke and something else you couldn’t place. Maybe magic.
He pulled back just barely, both of you panting.
“Too much?” he asked.
You answered by grabbing his face and kissing him harder.
You ended up tangled in each other, his leg between yours, your head tilted back as he kissed down your jaw, your collarbone, your throat. His breath was hot against your skin, and your knees almost gave out when he pressed his lips just under your ear.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t cute.
It was messy.
When he kissed you again, it was slower. You dragged your fingers through his blue-streaked hair and pulled him back in until the song skipped and someone knocked on the door, yelling something about looking for a charger.
You didn’t answer.
groupchat: KISS N TELL 🔥🔥🔥 you: u guys mary 💅: ? darci 🍓: DID YOU KISS HIM you: if by kiss you mean almost blacked out from oxygen loss, then yes mary 💅: OMG darci 🍓: DETAILS RIGHT NOW you: he said “i just want to kiss you” and then he DID and it was A Lot mary 💅: i KNEW he’d be like that darci 🍓: did he do the hair grab thing you: yes. like full on. mary 💅: do you like him or do you just wanna make out again you: both??? idk darci 🍓: you HAVE to see him again
You didn’t sleep much that night. You could still feel his hands on your waist. His mouth on your neck. The soft scratch of vinyl playing something heartbreakingly slow while he kissed you like you were the last good thing in the world.
And okay.
Maybe vintage wasn’t so bad.
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sofiafantasies · 5 months ago
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A Snow Experiment - 1 & 3
A/N: Disclaimer this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute to Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part three, unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). Im so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.
(PS This is outside the timeline or you can view it as if this were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS I switched to 2nd pov!)
All you knew was that you were running. Running as far away from them. They tried to sell you as if you were an object. Tears streamed down your face. You made a swift turn into an alleyway. It was dark. 'Perfect!' you thought as you sat on the corner of the wall.
You waited patiently until they gave up on that area. You wrapped your arms around your knees and brought them to your chest. You heard them shout at each other. It was awful.
"Where is she!?"
"She's close, boss."
"Find her!"
Your breath was fast, your heart beating rapidly. You tried to contain your sobs, you really did. How could they treat you like that? You heard their voices getting quieter and quieter by the second. You breathed out with your eyes closed as their voices disappeared completely.
You finally gave in, and you sobbed, crying your little heart out. You opened your eyes, your grip on your legs tightened, and you sniffed. Your cries were so quiet, you had learned to control how loud they were, but never when.
You closed your eyes and buried your face on your knees, crying still. It felt like an eternity, but even then you would still be alive. Your shoulder rose and fell as you sobbed. But what you didn't know is that you weren't the only one having a bad time.
"Douxie!" Claire called as she saw her teacher having trouble with a witch. Claire yelled as the witch clone hit her side. She blasted the clone and they fell back. "Don't worry about me! I'm fine!" Douxie yelled back as he blasted another clone.
Jim and the others were doing just fine with the clones, but as soon as Douxie defeated one clone and turned around, the original attacked him. He yelled as his back hit the side of a building. "Douxie!" Archie yelled. He fired at a clone and flew to his wizard familiar.
Archie rubbed his head on Douxie's cheek. Douxie responded with a chuckle. "I'm fine." He smiled as he sat up while holding his abdomen. "Does not seem like it." Archie deadpanned. "Don't worry, I'll live." Douxie looked up with an eye closed, he had been punched just mere hours ago.
The witch crackled and bent back, her hands were up in the air as she summoned her clones. Jim, who had been striking a lone hit a tree as the clone turned to a white particle. He observed the glowing particle, and his eye trailed to his beloved.
Claire blasted a clone with her shadow magic but ended up almost hitting Toby. "Hey!" He said as his hammer slammed on the floor near a clone. "Sorry!" Claire said. Her eyes widened a little as the clone turned into a white glowing particle. She stepped back as the particle dashed away.
That same thing happened with the other. Blinky, Arrgh, and Toby. Douxie's eyes widened as well as Archie's. The witch smiled, floating in the air. "Fools! When will you ever understand? Morgana's will will never be forgotten!" She crackled before disappearing into a white particle.
The particle vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Her laughter rang through the empty streets of Arcadia as a white wave of magic burst, sending the group of heroes flying in every direction.
Douxie opened his eyes. His head moved to the side, his ears rang, and everything hurt. Ge slowly sat up. Grunting at the effort. He exhaled before looking around. In a dark alley, he had ended.
How did he? No clue. He stood up, holding the stone wall for support. He sighed, as get looked down at the ground. Then he heard it. A soft sniffle not far. He looked up and started to walk further. You wiped your nose after you sniffed. Now where were you going to go? You should have waited to be sold. Learned the town like you knew the moon and bounce.
But you didn't. You went before you could even learn the way there. How could you have been so foolish? It was freedom, you quickly told yourself. Sweet...freedom.
It didn't feel like it...did it? You were now the number one wanted person in the world. Your picture plastered on the streets of this and many other towns. You didn't want to believe it. Did you? You knew it was too late. They would send everyone after you.
How much do you cost? Ah, right. 50 million.
"Hey," the new voice made you gasp. You quickly turned to the new voice, your palms to the concrete floor at your sides as you readied to scramble away. "are you okay?"
You breathed heavily but calmed after a few seconds. He didn't seem like he could do harm. In fact, he looked like he was harmed. He was kneeled down next to you. "I'm Douxie," he tilted his head, his hand still holding his abdomen.
"you seem to be in danger." You two stared at each other with a gleam in your eyes. You tilted your head as well. You hadn't seen many people before. Especially not this close. Douxie stared at you, his hazel eyes focusing on the frost on your [skin color] skin.
The frost melted off of you as you calmed. "I-" Before you could say a word he grunted, falling to his side. You gasped and knelt beside him. You should run! All your instincts yelled at you. You placed a hand on his arm and lightly shook him.
His hazel eyes narrowed in pain before they closed. He stilled and you moved him to his back. You hesitated, your fingers hitting your palms and lifting. You didn't want to invade but...
You grabbed his hand off of his abdomen. "Ohw," blood covered his dark gray shirt and black hoodie. You pressed your hands to his abdomen...first surrounded you and him. White and blue light coming from your hands and swirling like a sun around you two.
Frost covered his abdomen and his eyes fluttered open...
"Douxie?"
Tags: @rainywing1203 @mouzzina @summ3rg4l Thanks for commenting/being so patient with this one. PS Yes the lilo & stitch reference. I didn't know what other thing to call our little snow experiment.
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lovedropletsdreams · 3 years ago
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Douxie : hey (y/n) you wanna know how i'm like a bicycle?
Y/n : cuz once they learned how to ride you they never forget?
Douxie : (blushing profusely).... i was gonna say it's because i'm 'two tired'
Archie
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skyzerkarma · 1 year ago
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mydearlybeloathed · 2 years ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  Whilst in the depths of the Heroes Forge armory, you and your friends come across a peculiar sword that has a mind of its own.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: None, allusions to Jim x Reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k
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“Vendel really needs to get on organizing all this shit,” you called back to Blinky. Currently you were halfway stuck between a fallen broadsword and a chest of daggers the size of your face. You could barely hold the heavy blade up, as it was just an inch taller than yourself, and you felt the chest dig further into your back as a nervous squeak passed your lips.
A second later you were rescued, Arrgh lifting the sword like a twig and offering you a smile. You sighed, wiping your hair from your eyes. “Thanks, buddy.”
“You’re welcome,” he nodded.
Blinky appeared at your side, watching as not farther off, Toby struggled to pick up a large warhammer. “Hmm. Yes. I’ll bring it to his attention.”
The pair of you grimaced as a loud clatter came from further into the storage, followed by Jim’s cried out, “I’m fine!”
You let out a small laugh. The Heroes Forge really needed some work. After that last encounter with Bular, Jim decided his friends needed to be able to defend themselves too, which brought you, Claire, and Toby here, into the depths of the Trollmarket armory. 
So far, everything was so... troll sized. If only every sword magically readjusted to its wielder’s height (but not every sword was Daylight). 
You pass down the halls of the armory in a patient stride, trying to find something small enough to actually lift, when a glint from the darkness caught your eye. Pausing, you turned. There weren’t any lanterns or torches lighting the way, but down this hall, you saw a subtle red glow.
Obviously, you went to check it out. “Hey guys?”
Jim was at your shoulder in an instant, somehow, probably some secret power that amulet gave him (honestly, it was annoying that Merlin couldn’t have made a spare that you could conveniently happen upon one day).
“What is that?” he wondered aloud as you both came to stop before the dusty wooden table at the end of the path. Shields and broken blades laid forgotten on the floor, shoved aside by heroes past. A gnome skeleton sat haunting against the corner, hollow eyes sending shivers down your spine.
No one had been down this hallway in a long, long time.
Atop the table lay a shimmering silver cutlass, the blade so stark against the gloomy doom hanging in the air.
“Great Gronka Morka,” a voice sighed behind you. Blinky rushed forth, hands hovering over the weapon, before he stepped back like he was scared to be near it. “We must be very deep in the armory... very deep indeed.”
You, by your nature, stepped up to it, not understanding his hesitation. “What is it?”
All six of Blinky’s eyes zeroed in on you. “Only the most dangerous piece of equipment in this aged place...”
You turned to side eye Jim, brows raised, before you humored Blinky and motioned him on with a hand. “Okay... So what’s up with it?”
Blinky stuck out two arms and guided you away from the sword. Claire, Toby, and Arrgh emerged from the dark, curious eyes taking in the weapon.
“That,” said Blinky, all so serious. “Is the long sought after War Starter... the Coveted Cutlass... the Bane of Arthur--”
“Speed it up. Please.”
“That,” he continued. “Is Mordred’s Dagger.”
Crickets would have fit nicely in the silence, you thought, leaning away from his raised arms like he were telling some kind of ghost story. You pushed his hands down, nodding. “Dagger? That’s a sword, buddy.”
“To you humans, yes.” Blinky once again hovered his two right palms over the weapon. “But to us trolls? A toothpick.”
You just stared at the blade again, quirking a brow. “War Starter, huh? Looks harmless to me.”
“How dorste thou so?”
The sword’s hilt burned a golden light, a deep and foreign voice erupting form the dark. Every one of you jerked back. Jim quick changed faster than Barbie as his armor donned him. Daylight appearing in his hands.
You leaned forward in the following silence, only to jump again when the sword glowed off and on as it seemed to cough hoarsely.
“Seyeth som reward to youre eldre men!” The sword continued to clear its throat (?) whilst the lot of you stood in silence.
You were the first to break it. “You... can talk?”
The sword scoffed. “Of course I kan! Whethir ye han nevere come a blessid blade?”
You raised a hand and blinked dumbly. “Slow down, my guy. Too many words.”
“Hmm,” the sword grunted, seeming to think. “Is... Can ye... understand this?”
Before you could answer, Blinky pulled you back. “Stay back. We don’t know its motivations.”
You just crossed your arms at him. “It? Come on, Blink, we talked about this. Don’t assume. The sword can talk, so the sword can think.” You turned your attention to the sword. “Sword, uhm, do you mind being called it?”
The quiet that followed wasn’t exactly comforting, but the edge of the blade still glittered a dim gold that must have meant the sword was pondering. “I... Well, no one hath ever called me but that.”
“Is that was you want to be called?”
The sword again hesitated, whilst Toby eyed you weirdly. It was a sword, for crying out loud, and he didn’t understand why you were asking. He nudged Jim with the intention of sharing a little laugh with him, only to find Jim watching you with something lovestruck in his eyes. 
Toby glanced at Claire, finding not a hint of mirth in her eyes as she too seemed to wait for the sword’s response. So he dropped it, suddenly also wanting to know if this sword had a preference on pronouns. He paused. That was a thought he’d never, even after everything, thought he’d have. 
“I prefer to be referred to as male,” the sword decided after another few moments.
Blinky pursed his lips and sighed. “Stay away from him.”
“Thank you, troll.”
“Don’t thank me, King Killer.” Blinky eyed the sword warily. “Do not be fooled, friends. That weapon has toppled kingdoms.”
You cast the sword a glance. “Have you?”
“On occasion, aye.”
Oh. That complicated things. “Are you evil?”
“I’m only what my wielder has me be.” The sword sighed. “Lord Mordred was... unkind.”
You looked back at Jim with sorry eyes, feeling your sympathy rise as your friend came to stand at your shoulder again. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Blinky was getting antsy, his eyes flickering this way and that. “I do think its time we return to the Forge, don’t you Arrgh?”
“Yes. Time to go.”
“Oh,” said Sword. “I understand.”
You grabbed onto Blinky’s cold stone arm then, and suddenly your usual sass was drained from your face, and all that was left was your vulnerability. “Come on, Blink. We can’t leave him. I bet he’s lonely back here.”
“I am rather lonesome.”
Blinky took you gently by the arms, eyes imploring you to understand. “He is deceiving you, Y/N. Mordred could not have lifted that hilt if the sword had not chosen him. That is what makes him dangerous! No one can lift that sword unless he decides they are worthy.”
“You really think a sword so picky?” 
Again, all eyes fell on the sword. “Truly, I only thought Lord Mordred to be a skillful swordsman. That is all I use to differ those who dare to attempt my hilt. He’d trained since birth. How was I to know he’d use me to kill his father?”
Sword went silent, his words trailing off. “How... how was I to know he’d be so cruel?”
The crack in Sword’s voice sent you over the edge, your eyes boring into Jim, as if he could somehow convince Blinky to change his mind. It wasn’t likely. Blinky was stubborn, but so were you.
Jim just stared back at you, something in him softening for the sword. “Maybe you should start judging people on more than their sword skills.”
“Indeed.”
“Please,” Blinky begged. The rasp in his voice caught you off guard, and now you listened to him with a newfound transparency. “I beg you... both of you. Walk away. I’ve seen what this sword can do of his own accord.”
Claire inched forward, wrapping her hand around your elbow to catch you attention. “Maybe we should go. Blinky could be right. What if he’s tricking us?”
“But I...” Your words fell short, and you found yourself staring at Sword. His hilt gleamed yet his blade looked dulled by age... or perhaps by use. You shuddered despite the warm humidity of the armory.
“Come on,” Claire said softly, tugging you with her as Blinky and Arrgh turned back. Toby eyed you and Sword sorrily, before following after them. Claire gave up, rubbing your shoulder as she left you and Jim alone. 
In the quiet only disturbed by the dewy drops of water somewhere far off and the receding steps of your friends, you stared at that sword. 
“Are you lonely?”
“Dreadfully... Goodbye, my liege.”
Jim took your hand, fleetingly, before squeezing it and letting go. “Come on.”
He turned as well, but you remained. Their footsteps echoed away, banging around in the sides of your head, until you made a decision.
Your hand closed around the hilt of the evil sword, and you pulled with every bit of your power. The rim of the blade glowed a subtle whitish yellow, in contrast from its previous red, and the sound of the sword scraping against the table as you hefted the cutlass up rang through the hall.
You stumbled back from using too much momentum, not having expected to actually have lifted him. The tip of the cutlass hit the ground, and Sword let out a little grunt. You flexed your muscles and marveled at how the sword gradually got lighter, at how the glow grew brighter. 
“Y/N?!”
You turned the blade this way and that, grinning from ear to ear. Something about how Sword was glowing told you he was smiling too.
“Do you have a name?” you asked him as Blinky practically ran toward you with the others in tow.
“Sword.”
You hummed. “That’s a little impersonal, don’t ya think?”
“I do not have a proper name, my liege.”
“Can I give you a name?” you asked. Jim came up beside you, if only to keep Blinky from ripping the blade from your hands.
“Whatever you wish.”
“I wish you’d call me Y/N.”
“As you wish, my--Y/N.” 
A smile grew on your face when Blinky tried to reach past a surprisingly immovable Jim. “How about Cal?”
“... I liketh it.”
“Y/N! Put that down right now!”
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a.n. i loved this so much. might do a part two with reader and cal’s shenanigans.
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incorrect-toa-x-reader · 4 years ago
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Y/n: You make us a family.
Jim: Well, I'm the cool rebel brother.
Toby: You're the dad.
Y/n: The father.
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oinkoink321 · 2 years ago
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Tales of Arcadia and Spiderverse
As a fan of tales of Arcadia AND Across the Spiderverse…….my head is filled with thoughts of Douxie, Claire, Krel, Hobie and Gwen being in a band together. Like my heart cannot I’m convulsing and disintegrating at the thought of them all being friends and playing together. THEY WOULD CREATE AMAZING MUSIC I WOULD DEF BE A FAN!! And imagine being their crush or significant other. LIKE THE SONGS THEY WOULD WRITE ABOUT YOU. As a person that’s in love with all these people I am dying and sobbing. That’s it. That’s all I have to say
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mydelusionalwriting · 2 years ago
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As You silently typed on your computer you suddenly felt a slender arm wrap around your waist and a sudden weight on your side as a few kisses were trailed from your shoulder to your cheek*
"Doux? What're you doing? I need to concentrate" You stiffle a giggle as a tired mumble escaped the young wizards mouth. Shaking your head you went back to studying for your upcoming exam that was worth almost your entire grade.
♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆
Eventually however your eyes began to slowly droop before shaking your head and kept or trying to at least keep studying when Douxie spoke up his voice husky from sleep.
"Love...? What're you still doing its 3am" he slowly reached out and gently closed your computer after making sure the work had been saved. He gently scooped you up and began walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
After he lair down he slowly pulled you into his chest rubbing circles into your back while gently pressing kisses to your face and shoulders.
"I love you Doux..." you softy mumble out succumbing to the sleep you so desperately needed.
"Mhm I know..I love you too Love" he kissed your forehead gently as he slowly fell asleep keeping his arms wrapped around your waist.
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thewildsophia · 2 years ago
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3Below//Krel Tarron x Depressed!Reader
A/N: Re-watching 3Below has reignited my love for Krel. There also aren't any Krel x depression out there so fuck it ima do it myself. For these headcanons, I imagine the reader to have Major Depressive Disorder as opposed to any other kind of depression bc that's what I have. Enjoy!
TW: S//H, S//I, Adult Language
Another warning will be placed before sections containing the above.
Words: 2485
"Read More Link” placed due to length.
Krel Tarron x S/O w/Major Depressive Disorder
At first, Krel would not understand. That is, he wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you have depression. 
His knowledge of human sociology and behaviors is very limited when he and his sister first land on Earth. However, even after he’s spent months here he still struggles to understand and pick up on social cues. 
So even though you exhibit very obvious signs of depression — i.e. lack of energy/appetite, excessive sleeping, and loss of enjoyment in activities — Krel doesn’t suspect anything inherently wrong with you. He thinks that your personality is just different from your other human counterparts. 
And to be fair, for as long as he’s known you, you’ve always acted this way (because you were depressed-). 
You would definitely have to tell him you’re depressed because otherwise, he would never figure it out. You ended up telling him during a period of lucidity where you didn’t feel too bad and were conscious of his lack of understanding of your behavior. 
As you tell him, Krel stares at you intently, committing everything you're telling him to memory. 
Now he really doesn’t understand. 
This whole time he thought you just have a different temperament from the other humans at your school, but in reality, you were suffering from a serious illness that he had no idea you had.
Tbh, Krel’s not ok for a few days after you tell him. For a brief moment, he’s angry that you didn’t tell him sooner, but he quickly understands why and his anger dissolves into sadness. He feels so terrible about not picking up on the fact that you’re constantly in pain and that he’s done nothing to help you. 
Krel spends the next few days after you told him researching all about depression and other similar mental illnesses. He’s honestly a little fascinated by how many illnesses there are lmao. It’s just that on Akaridia-5, there aren’t illnesses like that, so he’s happy to learn something new (even if it’s not under more favorable conditions). 
Krel has a lot of questions about your flavor of depression for when you’re mentally ready to answer such questions. 
Tbh, he’s a little insensitive with some of his questions, but that’s just because he doesn’t know any better. Correct him (politely) and he’ll make sure to be nicer with his questions. 
Not much changes dynamic-wise; Krel’s still your loving boyfriend, the same way that you’re still his loving significant other. 
He does make it a habit to compliment you every time he sees you. Whether it be a compliment about your looks, your school work, or even something as small as “I’m happy to see you today,” he really tries to boost your confidence in hopes that you feel better about yourself. 
He also tries to be around you more often, both to make sure you’re ok and to show you that he’s there for you. 
Krel becomes better at predicting when you’re about to enter a depressive episode. Having been around you for so long and now knowing what the warning signs are, he’s very good at guessing when you’re entering certain episodes (sometimes even before you know. Scary, huh?)
When you enter depressive episodes, Krel does everything he can to make sure he’s there for you, both physically and mentally. He will hold you close to him with all four of his arms while he listens carefully to what is troubling you. 
Krel still doesn’t quite understand the emotions involved in depression. Like many other people, he believed that it was just constant sadness, but the more he read and spoke with you about the matter, the more complex it all became. Sadness, despair, emptiness, fear, anger, jealousy, all emotions that he’s never really felt in full. Not to mention other even more nuanced emotions such as paranoia and shame that he’s actually never felt at all. 
Krel is also very good at helping you through mood swings. He’s come to understand that all humans fluctuate between many different emotions, sometimes in a short period of time. He knows when you want him close to you and knows when you want space. 
If you are someone who is very mature with how you explain how you’re feeling, -- like telling someone you’re mad at them, why you’re mad, and that you want space to cool off/talk with them about it -- Krel has an easier time responding to you. He’s much less likely to misinterpret your feelings and what you want. 
Krel actually learned how to vocalize his own emotions from you whenever he’s distressed or upset which definitely opened you two up for a much more healthy form of communication.
He just struggles with emotions in general, but he makes the effort to understand for you :)
TW: S//H, S//I
If Krel ever gets even a hint that you’re hurting yourself, his mental walls would fall and he’d collapse in on himself.
If there is someone who is threatening or hurting you, he, his sister, and Varvatos can easily get rid of them. If you are sick, he can help treat you until you are better. Even if you do something as small as scraping your knee, he can be there to put a bandage over it.
But yourself? He can’t protect you from yourself. He doesn’t know what to do and that scares him so much.
After what happened with his parents, he is very grateful for the lives of those he loves as he understands just how easily they can be taken away from him. He is afraid that one day you will be gone and all that will remain is him.
Krel would have found out about your self-harm either on his own or someone tipping him off about it. You just didn’t have it in you to tell him yourself. 
Krel then begins to really try and learn human medicine. He would spend hours reading medical articles, watching first-aid videos, and taking copious notes about everything he learns, even if it grosses him out a bit (organic organisms were never really something he was interested in before).
He tries to come up with other things you can do when you feel like hurting yourself; Drawing/coloring, writing, reading, playing games, anything that will distract you. He’s always sending you ideas especially when he’s not with you and knows how you’re feeling. 
And to both of your credits, your self-harm does lessen in both severity and quantity. But unfortunately, it doesn’t always help since old habits die hard.
Krel is there in an instant to help you when you relapse assuming you tell him you need help. Even if you decide not to tell him immediately and care for yourself that day/night, Krel almost always finds out sometime after and worries over you about it. 
His hours spent learning first aid pay off when goes to treat your wounds; Cuts, burns, bruises, bites, you’re convinced that Krel can treat any minor injury. And you’re grateful for that. 
Krel is thorough about disinfecting any open wounds with hydrogen peroxide or Neosporin over burns and is incredibly gentle when wrapping them in gauze. He likes to check on them every few days as well to make sure they’re healing correctly.
He holds you close to him afterward -- all four arms wrapped around you and face pressed into your neck/shoulder -- and begs you not to leave him. At first, you’re confused thinking he meant, like, break up with him. It isn’t until you give it more thought that you realize that he doesn’t want to leave him through death.
If you ever express feelings of guilt -- whether verbal or through body language -- Krel quickly dismisses them from your mind by telling you how he wants to help you and how much he loves you. That he wouldn’t bother doing all of this if he didn’t see anything of substance in you.
If you ever express a desire to die, -- whether through suicide or some freak accident -- Krel will look cool on the outside but on the inside, he will be panicking. As hard as he may try, Krel could never understand why you want to die. 
Even if you explain it to Krel -- Everyone and everything that troubles you and the awful guilt you constantly feel by just being alive -- he believes that there is always a reasonable and achievable solution to your problems. It’s not that he’s trying to downplay your problems or your emotions, he’s just naturally more of a rational thinker even under stress.
But even though he doesn’t understand the emotions themselves, he does understand that human emotions can elicit other undesirable responses and thoughts.
Krel will constantly tell you how much he loves you and that he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were dead. 
He does what he can to push those thoughts from your head.
As written earlier, Krel likes to spend time with you in person. Not just because he loves you sm but also because it makes it easier to keep an eye on you and intervene when necessary.
Def says something along the lines of, “I’m happy you’re alive.” And the first time he said that you cried so hard he thought he insulted you lmao. You had to explain to him that you weren’t insulted but relieved and overjoyed. 
Krel is not the most emotionally intelligent person out there, but he tries to be and is willing to understand them for you.
When you had shown up at school with a busted lip, bloody and bruised knuckles, and a dull gash on your cheek, Krel freaked the fuck out. The moment he spotted you walking to your locker from his own locker he was all over you. 
“What happened?” Krel cried while gently taking your face into one of his hands while the other went to grab your hand.
“It’s nothing,” You mutter, pulling your face out of his grasp and taking a step back. Krel scoffed, looking almost offended while saying,
“Nothing? Nothing did that to you?”
“I just-” You start, raising your hands up in defense before dropping them at your sides, “I got in a fight with Steve. It was over something stupid. We’ve known each other for most of our lives; I just worry about him.” You cross your arms to hold onto yourself and look anywhere Krel isn’t. Krel moved his head so that it was in your line of vision, forcing you to meet his eyes. 
“I take it you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked. You nod ‘yes,’ and Krel frowns.
“I won’t push you then, but I really want to get you treated,” He says, taking a step closer to you. You stay where you are and allow him to hold your hands.
“Later, I’ll be fine for now,” You say while bringing up one of his hands to kiss the top of it, “You can have Aja or even Mother patch me up after school.”
Krel looks at your knuckle hesitantly before agreeing, trusting that you truly would be fine until after the school day.
The moment the last bell rang he made a beeline to find you and ran you to his house as quickly as possible. The two of you were the only ones home when you got there, so Krel wasted no time in having one of the blanks retrieve a first aid kit. Once given to him, Krel attempts to treat your injuries but fails pretty miserably. 
You end up showing him how to clean and wrap different kinds of cuts and bruises. It’s when you’re in the middle of cleaning your knuckles in the sink that Krel says something that makes your stomach drop.
“Mother, can you scan Y/N for any more injuries, please?”
“Wha-Mother! You don’t have to do that!” You shout panicked and covered your arms in a vain attempt to conceal your other injuries. 
“Numerous other injuries found upon Y/N in the upper arm, forearm, and thigh regions. Approximately 27 cuts to the epidermis and 3, 1st-degree burns found.”
“What!?” Krel turned around so fast to face you, you swear you saw his electric blue hair whip from the air, “Where?! I demand you show me!”
“No!” You cry back panicked, hands gripping the side of the sink behind you. Krel scowls and grows before shouting, 
“Mother, show me a hologram of where the injuries are on Y/N!” 
“My King-in-waiting, It would seem that I have breached a highly sensitive topic on behalf of Y/N. I believe it best that they discuss it with you themself.” Mother responds. Krel sighs, his upper right hand running through his hair.
“Y/N,” He starts, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m really worried.” He carefully walks over to you but leaves a foot of space between the two of you.
“Will you please show me where you’re hurt?” He asks quietly. Your eyes begin to burn with tears and your mouth opens to explain yourself before shutting quickly with a ‘clank’ of your teeth. Unable to speak, you place your hands into his lower ones, palms up, and nod your head. Gently, Krel’s other hands push your long sleeves higher up your arms, and he’s baffled at the numerous cuts he sees littering your arms. There were many different colors, thicknesses, lengths, and stages of healing -- some were a day old while others were weeks old. He ran his thumb over one of the older ones.
“Wha…” Krel stutters, eyes dancing over your arms, “What are these? What-Who did this?” His eyes flicker up to yours. 
Your jaw twitches -- wanting to speak but unable to -- and you pull one of your hands away from his to point to yourself. Krel’s eyebrows furrow.
“I-I don’t understand,” He whispers, his own eyes beginning to water, “I want to understand.” 
“I did this,” You mumble out, pulling your other hand away from his, “I am…ashamed.” Tears begin to fall and you scrub gently at your eyes to dry them.
“You-You did this?” Krel asks, confused and stunned, “You willingly hurt yourself? Why?”
You heave out a few breaths trying to figure out how to relay your emotions to him. While difficult to say, you manage to squeeze out three words.
“I hate-” You stammer, “I hate myself.” 
And Krel is immediately embracing you.
“I love you,” He says, cupping your face in his upper hands and staring into your eyes with his other two around your waist, “I love you so much. Please don’t ever say you hate yourself.”
Gently, he kisses your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips.
The two of you are left a sobbing mess of tender skin and emotion in the kitchen for Varvatos and Aja to find later when they arrive home.
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yuki2sksksk · 9 months ago
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[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]
You work as an Arcadian Academy librarian so you can be close to Jim in school. You also lived next to him (where did you get the money? Shhhh no one knows)
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drrobobitch · 1 month ago
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do you still write tales of arcadia stuff??
Yes yes yes!! I do, I just kinda took a break from it since I was mostly on my other blog and I mostly post yumeship/selfship content now.
But I’m currently back in my ToA era so yea 🥳🥳 I’ve got a few things in the works for x reader content I just hope ppl didn’t forget abt my acc yet 😭😭
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leehoney0 · 2 years ago
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hi hi! I was wondering if your requests are open, if you could write either a fic, headcanon or whatever you feel like of Douxie with a blind reader? Like, the reader isn’t fully blind but has extremely low vision. Maybe you can make it a fem reader as well? Thank you and have a good day
Non glasses reader!
Douxie who always has a hand out for you,if theirs steps or a rough walk,he’ll lead you through it.had become a habit of his to reach out that sometimes he does it for other people.
Always grabs onto you during moments of chaos,sees something coming your ways,reaches for you arm or waist to pull you towards him for your safety
And for his heart he honestly could take it if you got hurt!
If due to your low vision,you have any sensitivity to the light he stands in front of you blocking it with his hand.
Douxie always pulling your seat out for you,he always assumes you will sit near him so he can hand anything to you.
But! That doesn’t mean your helpless at all,douxie might help you out her and their but there’s is a reason why you’re there with him,wether its magic like douxie or powers like Jim,you best believe you pull your weight!
You vision might be low but sensing magic was a great ability,you had been blessed with,sense magic was easy for you in battle but objects were a little harder for you.
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As douxie takes a stand,putting his arm out for you to grab,not hearing the shuffle of your clothes or noise of your movement.turning his head over to you.
Noticing he has his arm out towards Clair,as of he was signaling her to get onto him,a light blush spreads over his cheeks,turning his head around to look for you.
Standing over the where the window was,enjoying the fresh air that was slightly brushing your face,douxie turns over to Clair face completely red as he knew he new habits we just for you!
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Glasses reader!
Douxie who always has a pair of extra glasses for you,saving the world is hard when you have to make sure the only thing helping you see could be broken in two seconds!
If y’all work on anything togther he pulls your glasses up for you,pushing them or cleaning them for you when your hands are full.
If ever your glasses get flung in battle,he has a spell so that he can help track them or grab them if they are too far out of your reach.
Douxie will also help you if you break both glasses,fixing them if he can with magic or helping you out with tasks until you fix them.
Trowing out a flirt here and there about how would you live without him! He means it though so don’t hurt his feeling too much!
Will put them on for you when you wake up,lifting you head up from you’re pillow blinking as if that would fix your vision,douxie sliding glasses on behind you ears pushing them up for you.
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Your head whips to the side from the force of the magic spell that had just cause your glasses to be thrown out of your slight,anger ridden through your clenched teeth.
“Douxie”
Douxie waves his staff around,spewing out some words you heard here and there mainly when he needs to hand you something,glasses landing safely on his palm
Walking over to you,pushing them on your face,fixing them if any of your hair was messed up in the process.smiling up at him a small thanks in the process
Douxie steps back,smiling to himself that you had become so use to his presence that just the say of his name and he knew what you needed,smirk on his face,cheek’s slightly pink.
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Thanks for requesting,honestly I don’t know if my request are open,down to just write if wanted,but also sorry if it’s not perfect had a busy week and wrote it when I had time so hope u enjoy!!!!!!
Also have been feeling like my writing has been off a bit so sorry too
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sofiafantasies · 2 years ago
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"Jim!"
She ran down the paths of Trollmarket, worried for the aftermath. "Jim stop!" All she knew is that she could not lose the one person who truly cared for her. "Were not gonna make it!" Toby yelled as he ran as well. Claire furrowed her eyebrows with a frown. "We are!" She yelled back. Blinky was also running.
They all ran towards the door where the Killahead bridge was stored. "Master Jim!" Blinky pleaded. On the other side the Trollhunter, Jim ran up to the switch, clicking it as the rest of his team had already caught up to him. The doors began to close, cutting Nevada, Claire, Toby, and Blinky off.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Toby asked as he stopped infront of the closing door. "Jim, don't!" Claire pleaded. "Jim, please. I need you!" Nevada cried as she banged her fist on the stone door. Tears in her eyes. Her curly hair moved due to the force. Getting in her face but she didn't care. She has more important things to attend to.
"Jim, stop!" Claire cried, Jim disappearing behind the doors. "Jim, no! You promised we'd go together!" Nevada said angrily, her other fist pounded against the door as Jim leaned on the other side, voice breaking. "The amulet chose me." He looked down at the other amulet in his hand. "I can't lose any more of you." He pushed himself away from the door, running to the bridge.
Nevada pounded and kicked against the door as Blinky inspected it. Soon Toby and Claire joined in the pounding. "Maybe I can manually override the lock." As Blinky attempted, Jim raised the amulet, the device floating and twisting until it locked itself into the bridge. It shot out a blue stream of light, the bridge magically builds itself as blue lightning shoots from the amulet, causing Jim to shield his face.
He groans and looks up from behind his arms. "Whoa." Jim breathed out, now standing in front of a complete bridge, the portal finally open. "Come on, Jimbo! We're a team! Don't do this!" Toby cried through the door. "I'm sorry! I have to finish the fight. Alone." He began to step to the portal, Kanjigar's words clouding his mind.
"But the amulet chose me." He looked down, readying himself right as the doors began to open. Nevada, Blinky, Claire, and Toby came charging in, hoping to stop him. "Jim!" Claire yelled. "Im sorry." Jim added before he let his body fall through the portal, Claire's voice still reaching him.
"No! Jim!" Nevada ran to the portal but got stopped by Blinky. He held her in fear that she would jump and tried to get him back. "Jim." She whispered in dread. "Jim!" Toby yelled. "Master Jim, what have you done?" Blinky asked, holding a horrified Nevada.
In the Darklands, Jim stepped to a cliffside, peering down at the vast world in front of him, a vortex formed farthest away. He donned the Eclipse blade, letting it circle in his hand. Jim slid the sword against his back and clenched his teeth. "Get ready, Gunmar." From Jim's determined face, it changed to Nevada's horrified face.
She had Just watched her step-brother fall into his death. From her horrified face, it changed into the amulet which its arms were spinning rapidly.
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