#troll mentoring

[diamond-rozie]

I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.

So anyways your order has been delivered...

original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

scene two: tim's arch nemesis

table of contents

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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day

“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest. 

Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly. 

Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one. 

“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him. 

Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father. 

Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly. 

“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding. 

There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.

“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking. 

Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table. 

Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian. 

“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas. 

“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper. 

“Father I do not need-” 

“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian. 

The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.  

Daniel James Fenton. 

“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen. 

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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car. 

“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off. 

They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.

“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian. 

“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated. 

Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair. 

Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that. 

“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.” 

Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast. 

The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that. 

Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake. 

Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision. 

“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat. 

Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.

Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs. 

“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered. 

Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books. 

“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally. 

Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well. 

“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it. 

“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction. 

“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.

Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering. 

“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement. 

Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself. 

“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer. 

“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”

[yuripira4e]

I love the trope of “kid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of them”

[pinkytoothlesso11]

I wish you wrote a fic where Bular gets changed into human (yknow, like Blinky one)

That's a really intriguing ask...

Going to put this in a role(mentor) swap ish sort of scenario. So Bular and Strickler swap with Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

Bular doesn't quite take a pacifist role... He doesn't mind here and there eating a human, ones that are just bad, but Strickler isn't always able to watch out for that.

Anyway. Bular and Toby end up together in Gatto, and Bular gets hit with the potions. He takes the reality of being human super poorly and is disgusted at it. He's weak, he's flabby (he's actually toned and muscular and a eye magnet, but Strickler is sour about that and so agrees Bular is hideous) and he feels disgusted at the mere thought of what he'd usually eat.

But after a while... He realised that humans are not so different from trolls. They fight, they laugh, they sing... They do all the things he remembers from his time with his father's Gumm-Gumm’s. And the food is pretty good. He grudgingly admits to Strickler humans aren't so bad after all.

When he returns to his troll form he vows off eating humans.

And Strickler never lets that go.

[annabelle-creart]

Quietness without the struggle of loneliness

Fandom: Trollhunters

Au: Trollhunter Claire/mentor Angor

CW: fear of dead👍 the normal //jk (not really)

Note: I am not normal about these two. Also, my first serious ToA fic? Niiiiceee

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Ngora took a bit of oregano and destroyed it with her own hands to put it on a bowl that already had crystal dust and a bit of basil.

The only thing heard was the noise of the streets of TrollMarket, nothing different but Ngora's ears were more developed than the average troll, and the constant noise made her mad, yet she would never show it, or her customers would get away and that would be bad for the buissness

Between all the laugh, yell and noise, Ngora was able to difference a pair of voices, not their words but they emotions, one with a simple, yet smooth voice, another smooth, yet harder than the other, the third one was more hard and less smooth with potence, if someone could saw her face it would be obvious she got a bit bored to hear them, but again went to her neutral state to comfirm if it was true. Indeed, she was right, just a half.

"Hi, Ngora" Claire, the trollhunter, waved her hand at her, despite Ngora wasn't a fan of her for being trollhunter, Claire was Angor's student and friend, and also a current customer, so, she was as polite as could

"Hi" Ngora salute and went again on her things, this time it was only Blinky, Darcy and Claire, it seems Angor wasn't near-

"Howdy"

"KING ABOVE!" Ngora screamed loud, scared as a little whelp "ANGOR!" She shout at her older brother, who had that bad habit of using his sigil against her. Compared to the rest, Angor was practically silent when wanted, like a ghost

"Did I scared you, GoGo?" Angor smiled sarcastically, knowing the answer and more than satisfied with his victory, Ngora gave him a piercing look and a buff to then take her attention to her work again "sure, you're mad because I'm not certain someone, right?"

"Vendel is not the type of troll to scare people, he's too old for that" Ngora excused with bad gaze and her usual almost gruffy tone, with her head on the low "and you are too"

"I'm not talking about Vendel..." Angor said roguely, supporting himself on the side of Ngora's charriot trinket, in part expecting Ngora to take him out in anger, but not like that. Ngora started moving a big, thick stick from side to side, trying to get Angor, who unfortunately for her, was more agile and fast than her "why are you so mad?!" Angor joked as he laughed, he already knew

At the inminent attack of his younger but taller sister, he went in a run aside Claire, Darcy and Blinky, maybe to the forge based on the way, Ngora, still kind of mad but with work to do, took a heavy breath and directed herself to her trinket charriot

"Can I ask something or will you kick me out too?" A familiar voice with the typical 'tong' his staff made when he walked were heard from aside

"Not you, old friend. You're too good for that" Ngora replied with calm this time "do you need something?"

"No, I just came to talk"

"I see. Anything interesting?"

"Yes"

"What?"

"You and a certain troll-"

"Dare to say one damn name and I'll tear you appart" Ngora threatened gravelly Vendel, with the dagger of her table that was about to break and she only used to lime. Vendel only gave a burst of laugh, not taking her seriously

"I'll dare to say then that he heard my advice!" Vendel got closer to see if she decided to say something, which didn't happen "why so serious about it?"

"Because it is not true!" Ngora raised her already rough voice, making it more obvious how tired and bored she was of this conversation, not just for Angor's missunderstood

"You sure?"

"Go to hell!" She cursed him, he just laughed a bit again

"I will not say a name, then" Vendel made fool of himself "but tell me, why are you so dedicated to deny it?"

"Because I don't want to talk about it"

"Why? Because he's friends with the trollhunter?" Vendel tried to excuse her, trying to put an answer to his own question "or because of his heritage?" This time Ngora could understand that Vendel was talking seriously and wanted an answer, if not, he wouldn't take such a delicated topic on the conversation, it is already an open secret, but also a wound that didn't heal easily

"You have a really bad habit"

"Which one?"

"On making yourself part of conversations that aren't even for you" Ngora growled at Vendel and continued mixing the things on the bowl with a greyish liquid

"I know that recipe-"

"Shut up"

Vendel's giggles ended with his hand on Ngora's shoulder "that's all I needed to hear and see"

Oh, shit.

Ngora already knew what that meant. Vendel went away with no other word, leaving Ngora with unspoken hate on her throat, at which she ended up using to work faster

A couple of hours later, Angor, Claire and Darcy appeared on the way, maybe on their way home, Angor still wasn't sure of living on TrollMarket so, he still lived with Claire and Draal (Ngora still wondered how Claire's parents never noticed both guys but she didn't care that much). They saluted, stay to talk and again went because it was getting late on the surface, specially Mary, her arms were destroyed, at which Ngora gave her something to put on her arms, at least that would ease the pain. The three girls and the troll went on their way again as she stayed making her usual work.

"Ngora!" She recognized that voice

"Bagdwella!" Ngora welcomed, still on her job but welcomed her, knowing Bagdwella was he one who liked her work the most "the same or something new?"

"Oh, I would like that new scent I saw you making yesterday" Bagdwella always go to the point, which was one of the things Ngora liked the most of her

"Well, if you like to wait, I can make it in no time" Ngora's voice, despite always gravelly, softed as she talked with her

"Oh, I have all the time of the world!" Bagdwella stayed closed as she watched the process closely, as Ngora left the bowl in a shelf appart and took a new one to then, take both a lemon and a type of cinnammon that she made herself on her little garden on another shelf of her chariot "what were you doing?"

"Algae oinmnet"

"Really? Do you have more for me?"

"I always have more for everyone!" Ngora smiled at her as she mixed the things on the bowl

"Oh, you're a life saver! My knees are not the same as before. I would do anything to have yours"

Both trolls laughed hard in an strendous, ugly choir, despite that, it was a relief to see both laughing, that meant no problems

"Oh, the old times" Bagdwella reminisced as if it was yesterday "when everything was kind of easy"

"Talk for yoursef, nothing was easy for me" Ngora kind of joked, the past was a bad as now for her but with Bagdwella, she took it as joke, Bagdwella didn't tho

"Do you want to talk about it?" Bagdwella offered, this time with most seriousnes. Ngora gave her a low look but made like if it was nothing

"Not today, dear" Ngora replied softly, a state Bagdwella saw already many times as friend of hers

"Well, you have my ears if you decide someday" Bagdwella was probably one of the most strange habitants of all HeartStone TrollMarket, but she was also so tender when she knew something was wrong

"I don't need them... but thanks, by the way" Ngora replied, Bagdwella gave her a soft smile "but, could we change the topic?"

"Oh! In that case!" Bagdwella's usual humor became present again, with a big energy "have you tried the mushrooms that grow at the back of the gyre doors? They're exquisite with pork!"

"Since when do you like pork?" Ngora exclaimed suspicious

"Since there's nothing good to eat, and that's enough good"

"Tsk. How creative"

"Exactly! You should come to my house one of these days and try it! You look like a skull"

"Dear, I AM a skull, why are you insinuating I have a problem?" Ngora laughed in disbelief

"Oh, well, you're a friend, I have to!"

Both again laughed loud and strendous, both enjoying how simple was the conversation, Ngora missed how simple things were and this was one of those moments that made her like her reality, despite all the things that ended up wrong, these were the little things that were right, the calmness without the strugle of loneliness

Like half-an-hour later, Bagdwella got her smell sticks, an hour later after that she finally said goodbye, leaving Ngora again to take care of the oinment

Hours later, the lights on TrollMarket turned off a little, indicating the formal rest hours, Ngora closed some shelfs, not before taking the bowl and puring everything on it in a couple of bottles, when both were full, she closed them and marked them to put them appart. The rest of the bowl was put on a bigger bottle with no marks and barely closed. She took a look of some plants on another shelf before spraying some kind of liquid on them (not water)

This time, quietness was made

Until it wasn't

Steps were heard from away, a weird kind of steps, three normal, one short, two of them were tiny, one was strong, yet, he tried to be silent

Ngora got her head out of her plants to see Aarrrgh on his way, slower than usual. She waited until he was at her side to talk

"Hi" Aarrrhg saluted with a nervous smile

"Hey" she replied calm "how's your hand?"

"Better" he told her, he wasn't a troll of lots of words, so, she accepted the answer despite it wasn't that good. She made a gesture for him to show her his arm, which he gave her hesitantly. It was bandaged in algae and the oinment was already dry, but what worried Ngora was the gesture Aarrrgh made like trying to take his arm off, she wanted to ask something, but only a couple of weeks since his first visit confirmed her that the troll wouldn’t gave her a real answer. She still couldn’t understand why did he denied the offer to go back to the krubera caves two days ago, it was his best option, it would ease the pain and at least he could go back to his home, and yet he preferred to stay and fight even on his condition, sometimes Ngora didn’t wanted to say Aarrrgh is a brute by pure politeness but this kind of thing made her thought exactly that. When Ngora took his arm up to see the rest of it, she could confirm that this time she would need more than just algae, the outside was hardening more than a normal troll stone should be and Aarrrgh could barely move his fingers without feeling pain, but he was good at hiding it.

Most of their encounters were silent, Aarrrgh didn’t have the heart to talk to her like a friend and she was still processing this thing of having one of the gumn-gumns who destroyed her home aside her, not just as a client but as a friend of her brother and of her most old and trustful friend, and to attend him this way was definitely out of her wish list, at least it was before the day he started coming at the same hour for help in Vendel’s request, and she started helping him only because Vendel told her she would get paid (this time without the friendship discount as vengeance). She started to grow accomplished to his presence but she would still say she hate it if she’s asked, and Aarrrgh was as neutral as he could and kept it in secret, mostly to not to worry his group.

“Is it cold?” Ngora asked when she applied the ointment on his arm, Aarrrgh simply replied with a node of his head “you sure?”

“Yes” Aarrrgh answered again, despite Ngora wasn’t completely sure, she decided to trust in him this time

“That’s a good sign” she murmured to herself and continued to cover Aarrrgh’s arm with the ointment

“You weren’t on forge” Aarrrgh commented

“I was busy” Ngora said monotonously, like trying to get rid of the question quickly

“Claire was called”

“For what?”

“The void”

“I don’t know what’s that and I sincerely don’t care about anything about trollhunter magic or things like that, better don’t ask my opinion or whatever you want to say with that” Ngora was genuinely disgusted by something, she was most of her time like that, she didn’t like surprises and was like law to see her with an arrogant and judgmental gaze but this time something felt different, she wasn’t happy with something and this time it was something serious

“Are you mad?” Aarrrgh asked with good intentions, but this wasn’t the type of conversation Ngora wanted to have today

“No”

“You’re lying”

“You lie a lot too, don’t make yourself the morally good one” she growled at him, to then leave the ointment bottle aside and opened a mini door from behind of the shelfs, where she had fresh, well-preserved algae, a rare-type that is more resistant than normal one and was useful for this kind of things, she started to enroll the algae on Aarrrgh’s arm, leaving only the hand and the shoulder uncovered

“You’re not fine, right?”

“That’s not your problem” she replied quick and with bitterness, when the algae was all on place and secured, she finally let go his arm

“But-”

“But what?!” She finally let out part of her anger “Aarrrgh, I don’t need you to care about me, is not like I care about you for that”

“Ngora-”

“Get stuck something in your mind, Aarrrgh” she exclaimed, low voice but high hate “I am not your friend and I don’t care, I’m only doing this for Vendel and Angor and only because I don’t want that burden of being able to do something and not doing it. But stop treating me like if I’m something of yours because I am not, and if you forgot, I already told you that I don’t like to talk!”

Ngora shout out her hate, Aarrrgh just listened quietly, and it was so hard for her to put an emotion on his face that wasn’t sympathy. Maybe she just forgot how to differentiate emotions

Ngora ignored the feeling on her living stone that told her she said something that shouldn’t and just continued what she was doing, which was to put everything off her work table on its place to finally close the mini doors of the chariot

“Angor told me you had something but don't want to tell him” and again the gnome on the garden- Angor did he said? “And you talk with him a lot” Aarrgh’s voice softened way too much, but it also sounded with doubts “if you don’t talk with anyone, will you lie about you?”

“You’re not giving me right now a sermon about lies, right?” Ngora defended herself

“I don’t have anyone to talk”

“And your friends? The trollhunter, the other girl, Angor?”

“If I tell them, they will worry, I don’t want that” Aarrrgh looked again at Ngora “is the same for you?”

For King Above that Ngora would kill Angor for telling Aarrrgh about this, specially because she hasn’t told him a thing… but, maybe, Aarrrgh was right “how much have you lied about it?”

“Just a bit, I told them it doesn’t hurt like before, but it only gets worse”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more”

“You do, I don’t want to imagine it without the algae”

“I can tell the same” It actually took Ngora out of her guard to reply that, but it was already too late “but it’s just to keep it easy, is nothing out of this world”

“But you help” Aarrrgh smiled bit at her “thanks” now that was the last thing she expected to hear. Ngora felt silent in shock, finally noticing that maybe what she said wasn't... fine

Silence felt on the scene as if it was expected. Aarrrgh already spoke what was on his mind and wasn't waiting for an answer, the rest would come by Ngora's hand and he knew that, that was a feeling which he was already familiar and knew that to force it would only make it end wrong

"Why are you doing this?" Ngora asked low, slow, doubtful, not confused but couldn't put an answer to the feeling

"Once Blinky told me to need and to want are different things" Aarrrgh explained with patience "and no one have to be alone"

Indeed, this were the things Ngora hated the most of these encounters. How could he always be so... nice? Despite she tells him the same almost everytime, that she hates him and doesn't like him, and yet he tries to help, she didn't want to admit it but this troll was a brute!

...but something was clear.

She didn't want to talk about it, but to keep it was also a torture

"Why did you stay?" Ngora finally asked "you will die faster here, you could go home, why?"

Aarrrgh looked at her, kind of surprised she didn't know the answer "This is my home. I can't leave them. They need me and I need them"

"The caves aren't your home anymore?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"I never grew there, I don't have anyone there. Here I have Blinky and Vendel, and Claire, Darcy and Mary, and now Angor" Aarrrgh replied slowly, with a bittersweet, tiny smile, Ngora instead had her hand massaging her eyes

"I still can't understand you"

"Hm, home is not a place, but the people you are with. And my people is here"

"...your people is not the krubera anymore"

"No"

"And now is TrollMarket"

"Yes"

Ngora reclined against her chariot, not looking at Aarrrgh anymore or waiting for anything, just kind of lost on her own thoughts "you're not worried about that, right?"

"For what?"

"Dying" Ngora at this point was just putting excuses, refusing to understand, to get it, and worrying at Aarrrgh's pause of his answer

"I am"

Aarrrgh stayed quiet, no more was told. Ngora already had what she needed to hear and Aarrrgh told what he wanted to say. Silence was the rule again, but Ngora didn't like it, not that type of silence "I guess I underestimated your reasons"

"That's okay"

"But, why do you share this with me?"

"I want to talk, but not with them, not about this"

"I see..." Ngora, maybe by instict or just an intrusive thought, took carefully Aarrrgh's sick hand, well, finger, despite both shared heights, her hands were still tiny compared to his "does it still hurts?"

"Yes, but not as before" Aarrrgh closed his thumb surrounding Ngora's hand, like hugging it

"Fine" she finally said

No other word was pronounced after that, but a little piece finally got their minds

It was nice, to have quietness without the struggle of loneliness

[curltee]

It spoke to my FUCKING SOUL that I was about to ship Veneer and Floyd even before the movie ends. UNTIL I learned that Veneer is a teenager and Floyd is like 30+ something 💀

[myauditionfordrphil]

To all the people blaming T20 approach for this loss, where were you when our national coach for all formats was picked on the basis of IPL mentorship (not even coaching ffs)

[theloveinc]

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Think of this as "mentrolling"

Picture the scene: A somewhat isolated, and at once introllesting, hot spring in the wilds of Troll County on a foggy autumnal morning. A group of rather young Trolls, about a year or so away from entering Trollwakening instruction, can be pictured in the early-morning pre-sunrise fog and mist discovering an appreciation for the wonder that is hot spring bathing ... and, with some encouragement from their mentroll, finding a healthy curiosity about each other's bodies in the light of their Nature-driven nakedness.

[omagpies]

Oh my goddd Roleswap! Jamster is just as icky as his canon counterpart, it seems… in other words, great job! Also, could we see Co-Pilot Swansea and Mechanic Daisuke, if you’d be so inclined? I do wonder if they’d still have some sort of dynamic going on in this AU, and how different it might be from canon, if so. 🤔

here they are! co-pilot swansea is as trigger-happy as he is in canon (too bad he dies to jimmy's axe). mechanic daisuke's biggest hero is winry rockbell :) (and yes those are exclusive pony express merch tanktops with a horseshoe on the collar)

i imagine their dynamic would still be similar to canon in terms of daisuke respecting and trolling swansea, and swansea letting daisuke troll him while snapping at him like a large lazy dog, only intensified because swansea isn't daisuke's direct mentor/boss anymore :)

(more roleswap au)

[lightfin]

More TOA Seafolk au Mermay 2025, with our wonderful Leviathan scholar/mentor Blinky!

All the trolls in this universe are based off of prehistoric sea creatures. For Blinky, he is inspired by a frankenprawn, a deep sea fish with excellent eye sight existing from the Cambrian Period ( 500 million years ago). There is also some manatee and peacock mantis thrown in there too. (Plus Blinky’s eye stalks are a reference to the original blinky design of the books.)

I decided to change his outfit to sea weed, inspired by the Luca designs which gave me the idea. And the bag upgrade was just a personal touch, this Blinky’s got standards and style.

[lukolathoughts]

Dearest Gentle readers,

I have been a member of Tumblr for a while without posting a blog entry. I suppose I have been getting the lay of the land and trying to formulate my thoughts. As most of you know, I am a tarot reader on YouTube and I also share my thoughts on X. I am a Lukola through and through and no amount of bullying, intimidation, nasty comments etc. will deter me from my mission. The last few weeks my trolling comments have increased exponentially from what I can only assume are desperate Jakehole's, (apparently I am credited for making the term 'Jakehole' up, I actually have no idea if it was me or not, but I like it) trying to convince me that Nicola is with Jake and Luke is with Antonia. I will come to my thoughts on this in a moment.

I do realise that a public tarot reader, I put myself at risk to exposure and criticism from these types of people. I am fully aware of that. What I underestimate sometimes is the sheer vitriol they come with. I am an empath also and I absorb a lot of a energy, not just from the fandom, Luke and Nic and adjacents, but from my own life as well. I am a teacher and I am surrounded by a lot of people daily. I have always used my television shows as a coping mechanism to detach from reality and 'switch off'. I never thought this time last year I'd be sharing tarot readings on YouTube about a real life celebrity couple that I was barely aware of in January 2024. But here we are. Bridgerton season 3 took hold of my brain and injected some sort of magic crack into it and I haven't been the same since. Don't get me started on the press tour. I've never seen anything like it and it was honestly like a spiritual awakening.

But I digress, I have been reading for a few years and learning the tarot cards and their meanings. I have watched countless YT videos by other readers and I came into this fandom watching the OG tarot readers of the fandom. I do not see myself as any different or special, I just read the cards as they come out. I also repeatedly say 'this is for fun and entertainment purposes only, I do not personally know Luke and Nicola'. And the fact of the matter is I don't know them, none of us do. I do not follow them around all day like some weird little psychic Martha from Baby Reindeer. I merely read the energy of the cards and I observe.

Why I love teaching English so much for me, is there is never a right or wrong answer in English Literature. It is up to your interpretation and all about reading the subtext of what is really going on. Now you might call me delusional, but I have always had an uncanny knack for predicting who the murderer in a story is before the end of a novel. It's called critical thinking. This drives my husband mad because he is very black and white and for him 2+2 = 4. Simple as. For me, I'm like wait a minute, what if... My brain is like a whimsical, magical unicorn sometimes, but I always go with my gut and my intuition. I will NOT waver on my intuition because I believe it is stronger than my rational mind.

Ok, so here we go. In my opinion haters!! Nicola is not now or ever has been with Jake Dunn romantically. My readings tell me he sees her as mother figure and mentor. Jake is clearly gay and most likely in some sort of relationship with Dylan. I think the Jakehole ship is a dead, rotting corpse. Nicola and Jake have reached the end of their agreement where she provides him with networking opportunities in exchange for some possible PR diversion to take the heat off Nicola's real relationship. William Tell is out. Luke is home from Rome, there is no need for Jake anymore. I also get the feeling from my readings that Jake is tired. Nicola is tired and Dylan is doing his best to set the narrative straight. I do not need tarot cards for this, it's blindingly obvious. As far as I know, Jake has no straight male friends. It is extremely rare in UK culture for straight men to hang out with all gay men and feel secure about that. It's just the way things are. I am not saying Jake and Nic are not friends, of course they are and I won't begrudge them that. I think he has a lot of genuine affection for her, but he also sees her as someone who can get him places and opportunities which we have seen time and time again.

And now we come to Antonia. I know she is only 23/4 and young and whatever. I have taught students older than her. But I will be truthful and say I don't like her energy. I don't like reading on her. I don't trust her little dancing self. I did have some sympathy for her in October as I had big crushes on boys when I was young, I get it. Luke is hot. But that pasta video she shared in Rome (a video she could have got from anywhere and shared an hour after she had seen Luke had been there) by her was mean, malicious and intentional to hurt the fandom. Her flouncing around with a shitty red bag always implying she's in Luke's vicinity is also callous and calculating and she's shared so much pasta stories now, it almost puts me off eating it. Almost, I love pasta. The biggest takeaway for me is she was not with Luke this Christmas and NYE. It is well documented where she was. We do not not know where Luke was, but we do know Nic was spotted with a lovely tan at the WT premiere. Could Antonia be PR? I sigh, because I think it's more complicated than that. In my readings, I do pick up a delusional obsession from her in regards to Luke. But she is convenient to bring up when they need her. I know the haters will call me delusional for thinking this and as my husband would say if 2 + 2 = 4 then it's 4.

But is it 4? Is it so straightforward as that? My intuition is telling me no, it's not. We have had no sign of Luke being anywhere near Antonia since July in Sorrento when he jumped on a plane and left two days early alone. All Antonia has are literally pasta videos and photos, that I am convinced, enraged Luke. She is giving me serious Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction vibes.

Let's address the elephant in the room. The comment by 'Luke's mum' on her private FB account to a relative. I think it's bullshit. I have three boys and I'm telling you now I would walk through fire if anyone touched a hair on their heads. I will go to prison for my kids. If I was Luke's mum and some 23 year old dancer had systematically tried to ruin my son's career, and she did folks, I would not be writing on a public page outing her as my son's girlfriend. It is all too suspicious and convenient. I could speculate for hours on what has happened, but you guys have group chats and your own brains for that. As one ship falls, another one rises in an unexplained manner.

In conclusion, yes I do believe Nic and Luke are together and this is a very important time for them right now. The silence is LOUD for me. I keep getting the four of swords for Nic. She is resting and taking care of herself in the way that she should. Luke is in a besotted Emperor mode. All is good. Until Nic and Luke specify otherwise, that is what I am sticking with.

[hijacksecrets]

Hi, ages ago @vindikaetion and I came up with a Trollhunters AU, and we kept meaning to work on it but other AU's took priority and this one started to collect dust, so I decided to share all my sketches I did aaaaaages ago for this AU :> Cuz I'm real proud of how I Troll-ified the guardians. Bunny is more of a mossy covered troll, Sandy is (obviously) a sandstone-like troll and Tooth is a troll with a gemstone like appearance! :>

(Not seen: North isn't a troll, he's a human who has worked with the trolls for years to keep them secret/safe).

Also if you can't read my awful handwriting, Hiccup is saying "For the glory of the Tsar, moonlight is mine to command".

ANYWAY the basic idea was that Hiccup is the Trollhunter (obviously) and finds out through his mentors that his best friend since kindergarten is a changeling. Unbeknownst to all of them, though: Jack has absolutely no idea he's a changeling.

When Jack finds out he's a changeling, obviously he freaks out and goes to the first person he thinks to confide in only to find out Hiccup has known this whole time and has been trying to distance himself thinking that Jack was a bad guy, and shennanigans ensue xD

So there'd be this whole mystery surrounding Jack and his origins, how he didn't know he was a changeling if it requires you to be born in the shadowlands etc to take over someone's life -- essentially they find out he was a new kind of changeling made by the Tsar (MIM, this version of Merlin lol) that didn't requre a human in order to shapeshift.

Anywhoozle there was a lot more lore and ideas that I don't wanna just dump in a single post, but feel free to send me asks if you wanna know more!

Also! It lives in my head rent free the idea that Astrid and Camicazi are sisters and I wanted to have that for this AU :D

[thehmn]

In The Hall of The Mountain King is one of my favorite classic pieces and this rap version from a modern skrako play might be my favorite reinterpretation. Skrako is a type of Danish play that puts equal importance on acting, comedy and rap, meaning all the actors are either stand-up comedians or rappers.

It’s basically a diss track where the trolls call Peer Gynt out for all his horrid behaviors like lying for personal gain, only using his friends as status symbols, and sleeping around with zero concern for the fate of the women or the children he leaves behind. They accuse him of only leaving a negative imprint on the world and mocks him for thinking he’s all that while people laugh at him behind his back.

But by the end they also promise that they can mentor him by breaking him down and building him back up in a modern take on the original piece where the trolls sings about cutting him up and grinding him down.

They use some very…colourful language like telling him he’s immature by saying he needs to dig his dead mom up and crawl back into her womb until he’s “done baking” so look up a translation at your own risk.

But I really like it because it’s a rare modern version of the piece that actually cares about the original story. Also, it was very tempting to make this Peer Gynt look more like Elon Musk…

[thecheeseoracle]

Creek.

Fuck this guy. 💢👊🏾

I (very poorly) teased it in another post, but he's Poppy's mentor for all intents and purposes. He teaches her English (she develops a bit of his accent, something she tries to get rid of after his betrayal), helps her with royal duties for both the aliens and earthlings, and basically helps her move in with the Earth Pop Trolls (EPTs for short)(he's not concerned about the other aliens, tho...)

also, peep his "formal" title. I couldn't help myself I KNOW other people have done it in their AUs but I loved the idea too much so I had to implement it into my own: Creek's mom is the ruler of the EPTs! Creek is def a momma's boy and that is NOT a good thing...

I don't have an official design for her yet, but here are some sketches :3

I would say more but I don't wanna spoil anything without drawing it `(*>﹏<*)′ (this is gonna take forever...) But I am working on a couple comic strips with Creek, Poppy, and some of the Snack Pack, too (and a bit of jealous Branch, but I'll save that for later >:3)

[forsaken-headcanons]

writing hcs only to lose bcz u added an image as an anon [i wrote it for a whole hour]

based these on the theories of the irl 00n7 views on his rblx character

007n7 has a discord fanclub server based on his previous exploits

exploiting discord servers usually has like a raging children with senidng the most absurd stuff, but they also try to add or invite 007n7 by any of his known contact, which he would obv decline if any of these kids actually managed to find. 007n7 sees no reason to join these when he has a kid and his club to mentor and look after

out of purely boredom or curiosity in his free time, 007n7 would watch documentaries of 'the forgotten hacker 007n7' or conspiracy theories of 'WHERE IS THE INFAMOUS NOTORIOUS HACKER 007N7????'

^ He sometimes would comment with his main acc saying 'lol' or 'man this guy sucks' for trolling, which the public either goes feral or accuses of him being not real [once a troll, always a troll - some wise internet person idk]

^^ Sometimes these documentary or theory channels would reach out to him, but 007n7 denies he is the 'real' hacker but only a roleplay troll account, often stating this in a 3rd person tone for both confusion and convincing. The 3rd person POV is to seem like a parent is replying in the regards of their child who likes to roleplay. [c00lkid prob did smth like this too for him to knows the trick, or he used to do this when he was younger] <he does feel bad for lying lol

^^ will keep an eye on c00lkid to make sure he DOES not join these types of servers or watches these videos of him

On the weekends when the c00lkid's team meets up, 007n7 would sometimes teach them coding for free and for the joy of children's curiosity. Parents like him for the idea of free good-quality coding classes for joining a club.

^Parents do wonder why 007n7 isn't working as a coder or perhaps even work at the roblox HQ with his skills instead of working multiple minimum wage jobs , or even at the bare minimum charge for his coding teachings

^^ 007n7 teaches for the love of children's curiosity as they WANT to learn about coding. Instead of being forced to learn like they do in schools.

^ 007n7 is also quite shy and unused to the attention he's receiving from the parents, though he manages it with a dad joke and gets along with the other parents well [luckily]

^^ some Parents had the suspicion of him being a hacker or the internet known hacker guy who used cause havoc, but 007n7 just goes 'oh haha yeah people say i look like him, i get that alot' which seems to convice parents

thanks for my ted talk of non angst 007n7, be prepared for angst for the next one :]

🔫🐟anon

I actually really fw this. It's silly.

[bluerosefox]

Our Well Deserved Break

Its

Shenanigans (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Time again!~

-x-x-

Danny, our boy the Ghost King, looking over a small team going over relic's given or 'offered' to Pariah Dark over the years both before and after he was sealed away. As they're taking inventory of the chaotic offering room, they stumble across a certain artifact.

This artifact is able to summon a set number of people (it does have its limits) of the users wishes to them and it sets up a barrier around the surrounding place so no one summoned gets out. You know, those kinds of artifact's certain people use to summon heroes and or villains into a room and have them fight to see whose the strongest or for a tournament, Yeah that kind of artifact!

Danny, who found the item, takes a look at after being told what it does. Then out of the corner of his eye he spots himself in a mirror in the room and see's his crown floating above his head and feels the full weight of his responsibility since before and after his crowning. Yes he had help with his advisor, despite how cryptid he can be at times, and of his council but still the weight was a bit too much for a teenager like him.

An idea struck his mind when he hears the ticking of a clock behind him. Without saying a word Danny looks back and raises an eyebrow at Clockwork whose staring at him in silence as well. He glances at the item, tilts his head a bit before...

Smiles in only the way CW knows would both be good for Danny and amusing for him. He nods and says "One weekend should be fine. All timelines will be paused for them. I suggest telling your friends to help prepare for your guests. Enjoy and have fun my King."

"YES!" Danny's voice echoing in the offering room made many ghosts in the room jump for a bit.

This was totally going to be fun!

-x-x-

When the following weekend arrived, young and very stressed teen heroes from across the multiverse are suddenly pulled from their worlds and are summoned into the Infinite Realms. Before any of them can panic or start fights a voice rang out above them and when they looked they could see a young teen, with a crown floating above his head, white hair, and glowing green eyes sitting on a throne.

He smiled and said

"Welcome fellow stressed out Heroes and Heroines to Phantom's Keep! I'm King Phantom, recently crowned fifteen year old, and this is the Infinite Realms! The birth and ending of the multiverse afterlife! Now don't worry none of you are dead or anything like that. I summoned you all here for one reason and one reason only..."

Here Danny paused, just to troll a tiny bit, and could see some of the more tense heroes readying up for a fight or at least argue to let them go. He grinned though and then said.

"And thats.... TO HAVE FUN!"

After that he floated out of his throne and with a flourish in the air he waved his hands and his throne room changed with party decor all around. Tables off to the side appeared with food and drinks from well everywhere and anywhere the multiverse, balloons rose from the ground and floated upwards, streamers flew across above to attach themselves to the other sides, the castle lights shifted to a dim and music began playing from somewhere.

Danny grinned brightly down at them and their shocked faces. oh that's funny, thank goodness Tucker is recording this and Jazz is gonna scrapbook this party for him (she plans on making them for all the guests as a party gift later, you know to remember how fun the party was)

"Now all of you are stressed out teen heroes with a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders! Believe me, I know that feeling, been there done that still doing it even now! But! My advisor says this will be both fun for me and good for you guys to spend one whole weekend here to de-stress and have fun! I do have some ground rules though. One your timelines are in fact PAUSED, you don't have to worry about calling your parents or if you got mentors to let them know where you are at. Two you are all heroes here, many of you are from different worlds and if you are from the same world they already know or CAN be trusted with your real identities but you are NOT required to remove any masks or de-transform or anything like that, if you wish there are masks on that green table over there you can stick on if you want to keep your identities hidden and are spelled to stay on and fuzz the minds of anyone trying to remember your looks once its on, even if they catch a good look at you right now it'll fuzz their memories of you once the mask is on and even after the party don't worry we thought of the time. Three, boys and girls rooms will be at different wings within the Keep! Just ask any of the maid or butler ghosts that will be joining us shortly and they will guide you to the rooms! Fourthly! There are sparing rooms if you wanna test your strengths with others, I only ask please don't get too carried away. We are here to have fun not make enemies! and lastly PLEASE DO NOT try to leave the castle, we are in the very afterlife of the multiverse people, its like the ocean and even I find it hard to navigate it sometimes. Portals can open up to any and all worlds, different timelines, etc etc. I have key items here in the castle that can pinpoint YOUR timeline and world so when the party is over I can send you home no problem, so again please do not attempt to leave."

Danny paused to take a breath, okay ground rules set up and warnings given. He could see the absolute bewildered looks on all the heroes faces and held back a laugh. He smiled however when one of the teens, mask on his face already and dressed in green, yellow, and red asked 'Why?'

"Why? Well... I think its time us teens get to have some fun without worrying about the next big bad or world ending event. Even if just for a weekend, we do deserve a break. So... Lets have some fun for once!" Danny responded.