#trollhunters headcannon

[karmathehalflander]

“Blinky should have sang a bunch in the show” a visual essay. Including a series of scenes I would have loved to see.

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Blinky singing Jim and Claire lullabies on the way to New Jersey

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH! dancing together

Blinky singing while working on something

Blinky singing to AAARRRGGHH!

Blinky singing putting some books back while the kids watch and Toby records it

I think it would suit him and was inspired to create this. Also based a bit on the one person who headcanoned Pannoxi are the only troll species with a vocal range that allows them to sing and I think that’s neat and has had me thinking about it even more.

[snw-faatuatua]

Is Gynt also a changeling like Nomura?

She is half changing half troll, she cannot shift as she does not have a human familiar but she can alter her appearance, slight changes but nothing major.

[thatcringewh0re]

Idk- I felt like I should post something on here so here's 10 of my headcannons on Trollhunters!

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐫...

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: headcannons pertaining your growing relationship with the trollhunter.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jim lake jr x fem!reader

When you met Jim, it was a normal day of school.

At least, for you it was.

For Jim, he had just been approached by two giant stone creatures telling him that he’s now their protector, and then he was attacked by an evil troll who totally kicked his ass.

But you couldn’t have known that, so it was just a normal school day.

You’d always known he existed, having gone to school with him since Kindergarten. 

But you’d never been friends, that was for sure. 

A few days before you had signed up to be a history tutor, needing some school approved service hours.

And just your luck, you had a session scheduled with Jim Lake Jr.

He was jittery, that was the first thing you realized. His eyes couldn’t stay focused on one thing for longer than two seconds, always jumping to the window.

You had been reaching for your pencil case, which was in your bag under the table. That was when you noticed his bruised up arms. Frozen in place, you also saw a large gash peeking out from his pant leg, just visible on his ankle.

It wasn’t your place to say anything, you knew. You barely knew Jim! But still… was he is trouble?

The thought distracted you, causing you to hit the back of your head on the underside of the table.

Wincing, you raised your head, spying Jim giving you a concerned look. You found yourself giving him a similar, more extreme stare. 

“So… I think we were on the Ottoman Empire in class, right?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t think you could, not without asking. It became too much after an awkward second, and you blurted out the question. “Jim, did somebody hurt you?”

The way his face lost its color sent a shiver down your spine.

He laughed a laugh that was clearly forced—strangled even. “What makes you ask that?”

“Jim… Look at you. You’re all scratched up.”

A thick silence follows your tentative declaration.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I, uhm, I tried to ride my bike down the side of the canal. It didn’t go so well, as you can see.”

It was a good excuse, you thought, but did you believe it? Not for a second. It took you only a few moments before your eyes narrowed and you scooted your chair closer to his. 

Jim thought you looked murderous the longer he was locked in contact with your eyes. 

“Was it Steve Palchuk? ‘Cause if it was we need to say something. This is beyond bullying, Jim.”

What was he supposed to say? Oh, nah, don’t worry, Y/N. I was just beaten to near death by a stone giant last night. No biggy.

She’d walk him to an asylum herself.

Apparently, Jim took too long to respond, which to you was an response enough. You scoffed to yourself, shoving back in your seat with crossed arms. “I cannot believe that bitch. He won’t get away with this.”

Jim just fiddled with his pencil, eyes on his textbook. He didn’t know much about Y/N L/N, but he knew she was a force to be reckoned with. Ever since elementary school she’d taken charge in city clean ups, protested in cities as far as D.C., made speeches that changed the minds of Arcadia’s city council and their school board.

When she was mad about something, everyone knew, and she wouldn’t be placated till there was a change.

Jim had to hide his smirk behind his palm; he could just imagine Steve receiving the flame that the girl beside him would unleash. 

He had to ask, “What’re you gonna do?”

Your answer was instantaneous. “Talk to him, I think. I know him well enough, us being cousins and all.”

That was a shock for sure.

A day later, Jim was walking into school when he heard the tell tale sound of your voice. He turned the corner, stopping short at the sight before him.

You, at least a head shorter than Steve, had the poor guy gripped by the ear and pulled down to your height. Jim didn’t stick around to listen to what you were saying, seeing the fury all over your face and not wanting either of you to spy him loitering there.

But Jim had to admit, the look of terror on Steve’s face was hilarious.

After that, your tutoring sessions became more and more natural over time. The conversation drifted away from history and toward other things like interests and fun stories. 

Not only that, but the time drew on longer till it wasn’t so much a tutoring session as much as it was just two friends hanging out.

It didn’t take long for Jim to realize he enjoyed spending time with you much more than he wanted to.

Much more than he wanted to.

He thinks he realized how much he actually liked you around a few months before everything went to shit.

Jim offered to walk you home when the session dragged on so long that the moon had risen into the sky.

“You don’t live too far from me, I don’t mind.”

It was as they neared your driveway that he caught sight of Blinky from the corner of his eye, shooting fear straight to his heart. 

The many-eyed troll was rustling in the bushes, tailing him and you. You were oblivious, going on about the pranks you had planned for the upcoming April Fools Day. 

Jim wanted to be listening to you, mostly so he could avoid your schemes, but also because he enjoyed the lightheartedness with which you spoke. It was a nice change from the woe he heard whenever he entered Trollmarket. But he couldn’t give you the focus he wanted with Blinky just seven feet form being spotted.

“Welp,” you sighed. “This is where we part.”

Disappointment was on both of your minds as you smiled at each other. 

He managed to hold it together when, after a moment of hesitation, you lurched forward to wrap him in a hug. Surprised, he glanced up over your shoulder to see Blinky giving him four thumbs ups.

He used one arm to hug you back, and the other to flip the troll off. 

Being the Trollhunter was dangerous for not only Jim and everyone involved. And as the two of you started to hang out without the pretense of you being his tutor, he swore to himself that you would never find out his secret.

But as you grew closer, it became increasingly difficult to hide anything from you. 

You always found his new injuries and scrapes and even once somehow detected his bruised ribs. After a while, you became suspicious, no longer assuming your cousin was behind it. 

You didn’t want to assume anything severe, but you had to worry about his home life. 

You knew his mother—you’d met Dr. Lake when you ended up sitting together to watch Jim in Romeo and Juliet—and you didn’t get the feeling she would ever get… physical with him. The very thought made you shudder.

If not that, then what was it? Jim didn’t seem the street fighter type. It caused you more worry than you’d like to admit.

Over the past few months of knowing Jim Lake Jr., you think you’d be comfortable calling him your best friend. You two spent nearly everyday talking, whether it was between class or on the phone every once in a while. 

And it was obvious to everyone except to you that there was chemistry.

It caused Toby some anguish to say the least. 

Speaking of which, you’d grown closer with Jim’s best friend too, something you hadn’t expected.

Toby was a good friend to you, always taking time out of his day to ask about yours, questioning your every “It was fine” and demanding to know what was so “fine” about it. In return, he offered his own tales of misery, getting a laugh out of you nearly every time. 

You didn’t notice how he physically grimaced whenever you brushed off his attempts at finding out what you thought about ol’ Jimbo.

Moving on from all of that, to you, things were going great! Your grades could be better, but you had better friends than you’d ever had before. Added to your ranks was Claire Nuñez, and over time… well, you had to admit that you were suspicious.

Jim’s crush on Claire had been ever so obvious ever since the fourth grade, but that wasn’t it (Or rather, you hoped that wasn’t it). 

No matter how much you told yourself you were paranoid, you thought the three of them were hiding something. 

It hurt to say the least. You were friends… right? Did friends keep secrets?

This was what you thought as you sat alone during lunch, contemplating the way Jim, Toby, and Claire made some poor excuse about having to go to a chess club meeting.

You knew they weren’t a part of the chess club. You were president of the chess club. How did they not know that? Were they that bad at lying? Or did they not care if you knew how much they actually hated you?

…

You were overthinking. They didn’t hate you. Jim certainly didn’t, you think. He was so kind and caring and thoughtful… your cheeks burned red at the thoughts running across your mind… you shook your head, reasoning that there must be an explanation that didn’t involve thier secret vendetta against you.

You just had to find out what it was.

But as they abandoned you more and more for their secret escapades, and as they ditched you to work on group projects alone, and they generally lied time and time again… you grew tired of the confusion.

Your cousin was starting to warm up to you, something about his brutish personality shifting over the course of that school year. He noticed first how you sat alone at lunch, and then he looked around at his table full of kids… and realized he too was alone—in a mental sense, that is.

So he picked up his tray and bag and trudged over to your table in the corner of the lunchroom. 

The look of shock on your face didn’t fade away till he was sitting there across from you, and you deduced that he probably wasn’t here to tease you.

The conversation was slow at first, even dull, just small talk, but then he caught sight of the comic book tucked under your lunch tray. 

He hesitated, knowing his friends at the other table had made fun of him for liking those sort of things… but you had never done that before. Steve could trust you... probably.

So he asks you about it, and you go into a long winded explanation of it, only for him to interrupt with, “I know what it is… I’ve got the entire set back home.”

You blinked, shocked, and you thought that maybe your cousin Steve wasn’t so terrible after all.

Your friends wanted to ditch you? Fine. You’d make yourself useful and stop being their deadweight. It was somewhat freeing, no matter how much it pained you to sweep past Jim’s sweet smile and ready sandwich (made just how you like it). But it was for the best. You couldn’t stand the way they treated you.

It was only a month after you severed ties with them that you realized how much they’d impacted you.

You no longer found Nougat Nummies that Toby had put in your backpack. You could no longer ask Claire for help with studying. You couldn’t waltz into Jim’s house like you owned the place, hop up onto his counter, and spiel on and on about whatever was on your mind while Jim cooked food around the kitchen.

You might’ve missed that last one more than the other memories.

You might’ve missed Jim more than the others.

And you might’ve liked him a bit too much too.

On Jim’s side, he knew why you’d grown distant. It pained him to keep such a big secret from you, especially when he could see it was hurting you, but what else could he do? Tell you he’s the Trollhunter?

No. Jim would never do that to you. If you knew, then they would find you. You’d wind up hurt. It was bad enough he’d dragged Claire into all this, but you? Jim couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. 

He didn’t think about how much not having you in his life would hurt.

Maybe a month goes by, and the two of you get back to a steady rhythm without the other. Unbeknownst to you, your old friends were preparing for war.

How could you know? How could you have prepared? Simple. You couldn’t have.

So that’s why, the night of the school dance, instead of going to that stupid party just to stand alone in the corner, you decided you would be getting your answers.

What spurred this sudden quest? You didn’t know. But you needed to know what you did wrong. What had you done to drive Jim away?

So that’s how you ended up on his doorstep at just the wrong moment. 

Before you knocked on the door, you heard crashing and shouting from inside. 

Your heart raced. Were you right about Jim being hurt at home. You decided to raise your voice. “Jim?! Jim, are you in there!”

Inside, Jim heard your yells, and a pang of fear swelled up in him. 

He stood in armor of glowing silver beside his high school principal, who looked nothing like the lanky man everyone knew him as, yet appeared as a green skinned creature with jagged wings. A changeling.

And across from him was an ancient entity, with eyes blank and voidish, and a smirk that sent shivers down the boys spine. Angor Rot.

The fight had gone still at the sound of your pounding fist against the door. Jim didn’t like the sadistic gleam in Angor’s dark eyes. 

“Jim! Open this door! Are you all right?!”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. He’d tried so hard to keep safe, to keep you away from all of this!

He should’ve known better; you weren’t so easily shoved off, and you never knew when to quit.

Angor swept to greet you with Jim hot on his tail, swinging his sword wildly.

He was too late. 

A long story short, you were way in over your head with this one. 

Being the hostage of a centuries old… thing was so not on your bucket list. Yet, here you were, shaking as Angor Rot held a dagger to your neck. His entire being stenched of age, and you had to hold in your gagging lest it push you forth into the blade.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t knwo what was happening. But you knew Jim was there. He was right there, wearing his armor from Romeo and Juliet and wielding the same prop sword that didn’t look so prop-like now. 

He was right there, and he was looking at you, and you were looking at him, and you were both terrified.

“Jim,” you whispered, scared that even the slight word would force your skin forth and the knife would slit her neck. “Jim, what’s going on?”

Angor chuckled darkly as he peered down at you. “Ah, that’s right. You have no idea what your friend has been doing in the shadows.”

Your gaze was directed at Jim, your jaw shaky and your eyes wide with confusion. “What–?”

“So, Trollhunter,” Angor seethed. “Shall we risk your flower’s life today?”

You hadn’t been killed, fortunately. It all happened so fast, and all you really remembered was Jim fighting that thing, the changeling happening to be your principal, Dr. Lake in mortal danger, and an underground city of stone creatures.

The same underground city you now sat in, the boy of the hour right beside you. Neither of you had said a word since everything calmed down. It was driving you mad.

You raised your eyes to see Dr. Lake standing nearby, safe now that the battle with Angor was over. Then you swiveled to face Jim, your face screwed up. 

“Jim… who are you?”

He didn’t have much of a choice. You’d seen all you’d seen, hurt and fought alongside him despite never lifting a weapon against anyone in all your life. You deserved the truth.

“I’m the Trollhunter.”

It took nearly an hour for him to explain everything, and when it was all said and done, your jaw was hanging open. You now sat on the step below him, looking up at the boy you now knew was so terribly brave. Everything he’d gone through… it nearly made you forgive him.

You’d known Jim Lake Jr. as one thing for months and months, and now it seemed he was something entirely different. 

He wasn’t a scared kid who needed you to defend him to your ex-jerk of a cousin. He was strong and held himself with a certain dignity and humility that you envied. Yeah, he was awkward and foolish at times—foolish like when he ditched you just to keep you safe, which you supposed was understandable given that night’s events—but you liked him anyway.

You really liked him, despite all the pain and confusion and this fast turn of events. 

He hadn’t changed, you realized as you just stared up at him whilst he awaited what you would say. 

He was Jim, the boy you could have called your best friend had anyone asked, and the boy you had slowly harbored a crush on.

It was this thought process that made you lock eyes with him. You didn’t like secrets, and you hated lying. You sucked in a breath and put everything out in the open for him to see. 

“I like you, Jim.” The words were harder than you thought. “You don’t have to like me too, I just needed to say it. I want to be your friend no matter what, and I guess I can understand why you’d keep this from me. I just… I need you to know you can trust me.”

There. There it was. A confession, an offer, a pledge. It was everything you needed to say. 

And as you forced yourself to keep looking at Jim, you saw his eyes flutter and his jaw hang a bit. You felt slightly nauseous as your words came back to your memory. Had you said something you shouldn’t have?

“You like me?”

It was your time to blink blankly. That was all he got from that? You cracked a grin, not knowing where this was going. “Yeah. I really like you.”

He couldn’t believe it. He thought surely you would hate him, or at the very least never want to see his face again. But you liked him? Even after all that? After all the lies?

You liked him back?

Jim smiled, hand reaching for yours, itching to grab your hand, only for him to pull back at the awkward last second.

You tilted your head, wondering just what you were getting yourself into as you took his hand and gripped it tight.

Trollmarket was in shambles all around. Jim’s mother’s memory was wiped. His principal was a changeling. Enrique was in the Darklands. But you were there, and you were on his side.

Still, he had secrets to keep. Secrets from you, Toby, Claire, Blinky. Everyone. 

So as he dropped your hand with a subtle drop to his smile, he thought back to all that had happened, all that had been lost, and all that could be lost in the future.

“I like you too,” said Jim. You didn’t notice how his eyes filled with pain as he excused himself to deal with some Trollhunter business. 

You didn’t realize that might’ve been the last time you saw him as he turned away and walked off in a hurry.

How could you have known? You were new to this. You had no clue about the bridge or Enrique or Jim’s promise to Claire.

So when you saw Claire and Toby run by with panicked expressions, you were quick to rush after them. You had no clue what was going on, but you’d always been quick on the uptake.

Jim was going someplace he should not be going alone. He was leaving them all behind to go there. He was going to the Darklands.

You had just gotten him back, and now, he was ditching you again. 

Sure, it was meant to be heroic, but you just wanted your best friend to stick around for a little while.

Weeks go by, and you assist in Claire and Toby’s search for a way to save Jim. Eventually you help to free him, somehow managing to survive a short traipse through the Darklands.

It was safe to say you weren’t letting Jim get too out of sight for a time after that, and he wasn’t going to complain.

He never kept anything from you again, admitting it was torture to keep lying to you and keep you at a distance.

Jim often felt so out of touch with the rest of the world, being stuck in the middle of human and troll lives, and it was easy for him to disassociate and just brush everyone off. It was days like those that Jim was glad he had you.

“Jim?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You’d only sigh, catching the way he kept zoning out, getting lost in his own head. In your opinion, he’d been through too much to be only sixteen. So you took his hand or drew him in for a hug or just slung an arm around him--any of the like would do.

Instantly, his nerves would calm and his attention drawn back to the present. 

“You don’t have to be fine, you know.”

He hadn’t known that, not really. Not until he met you.

Those all around you two would notice a distinct change in Jim’s demeanor, so subtle yet so clear. He was somehow softer, which Toby hadn’t thought possible, and the light in his eyes began to spark up again.

His mother was especially grateful, loving the life you brought back into Jim. Blinky adored your very nature. Draal tolerated your eagerness to train with him. Vendel mused your every demanding question.

It wasn’t long before Jim got nervous; you were now one more person he couldn’t stand losing.

But you never let his thoughts run too wild, somehow always one step ahead of his overthinking, ready to put out every doubt and every fear.

“Hey, listen. You’re stuck with me, Lake. Nothing, especially not Bular or Gunmar or any other creep, is ever going to keep me from getting back to you.”

He wasn’t sure how to express just how much you meant to him, so he settled for a watery grin. “Back at you.”

I love you was just a breath away from being spoken into reality, but neither you nor Jim were eager to shove it out there. The fact was there whether it was spoken or not, and the both fo you were well aware of its presence.

[lavenderdiedforthetenthtime]

You fools- Douxie helped Merlin make the amulet in wizards while they were doin all the time traveling!

This is Douxie’s doing. He included this design element entirely as an inside joke and has been waiting for Jim to notice ever since

I just realized the hands of the hands of the amulet look like a fucking knife and fork.

And Jim has chef skills.

Make of this what you will.

[albentelisa]

Hi there! Do you have any random headcannon or theories when it comes to the Amulet of Daylight and Jim?

Oh, there are some!

Let's start with the semi-sentient amulet theory. I headcanon that the Daylight has some personality. Its sentience is on the level of a horse or a dog though, so it doesn't always understand what its owner wants from it. That's why it summoned the armor when Jim was anxious during Becoming and refused to release the armor in Season 3. That is also why the amulet didn't respond to summoning when Jim was panicking during his escape from Bular - it simply doesn't feel enough confidence.

The amulet is slightly petty too, I feel it annoyed Jim intentionally while he was trying to throw it away.

However, there was definitely a bond between Jim and the amulet forming throughout the entire Trollhunters. I think that the amulet started to understand Jim better at some point (and that's why Jim can summon it without words too).

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Masterlist

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TMNT:

Rise: -

2012: -

MM: -

Tales: -

Tales Of Arcadia:

Trollhunters: -

Wizards: -

3Below: -

Titans: -

Glitch Techs:

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MLP G5:

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[pinkytoothlesso11]

Is there anything you headcannon about Jim and Blinky's father/son relationship? Same with Jim and Strickler once Strickler changes sides.

Oh yes! Plenty of headcanons for Jim and his troll dad's!!

For Blinky and Jim's father/son relationship I HC that:

Blinky likes to read out loud to Jim till he falls asleep, it's the only way Jim will actually rest, and Jim never got the chance for his deadbeat dad to read to him. This is definitely inspired by @bluheaven-adw but I think I love this HC myself now too!

While Blinky is really open with hugs and verbal affirmations of love for Jim, Jim is... Not so verbal about it and prefers to show his love physically by doing things for others, and of course cooking!

Blinky definitely saw Jim as his son before Jim did. I think when they built the vespa together Blinky knew.

Jim sort of has informal therapy sessions with Blinky about Trollhunting related stuff. Blinky always listens to him without judgement and always is ready to impart advice and wisdom to Jim.

This one's a little darker, but I think Blinky is always terrified whenever Jim goes to fight/performs Trollhunting duties, he worries a lot about Jim's human fragility and I think often even has nightmares about Jim dying, because as he is his trainer he'd feel responsible if he died. And that's his son, and he can't even protect him in combat. But he'd never admit that to Jim.

For Strickler and Jim's father/son relationship I HC that:

Both Strickler and Jim are hopeless when it comes to verbal affirmations of love and affection. They just don't know how to do it. This often results in painfully awkward interactions. It's only when things get emotional that they open up, or if the other has been in danger.

Jim first saw Strickler as a father figure, but didn't know if Strickler felt the same before Canon, and was even less sure of it after everything was said and done. Strickler meanwhile, always had a soft spot for Jim, even when they were enemies, but never showed it. Basically they're bad at communicating too lol.

Strickler and Jim like to joke about their time spent trying to kill one another, but I think they both use humour to deflect serious feelings. They were hurt in different ways during the time Strickler was still an antagonist, and it took a LOT of time and effort on Strickler’s part for them both to gain a better father/son relationship with one another.

Strickler is also terrified that something might happen to Jim that results in major injury or even death. (or worse, that he'd be the cause of it) He hides it by being tough on Jim while he trains him and trying to make Jim be more aggressive and ruthless, all in a bid to ensure Jim can defend himself from anyone. Not the best thing to do, but that's his way of caring.

When Jim becomes half-troll (timeline ambiguous) that's when he and Strickler truly bond. Strickler shows him how to acclimate to life as a troll and accept that part of himself, and they both lament the things they (miss) love about being human.

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RUL3S AND REGULATIONS

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Hi, I'm Lynne! Like all forms of Lyn Lynne or literally anything. So I just realized I didn't make this sort of post in the beginning of this blog, so I thought I might as well start now, since it's better late than never right? 🙃 let's see what else to put here… requests are open, I'm edit: 17 now!! (the 19 was a typo), she/her, and this blog is strictly sfw.

ANIME/FANDOMS I'LL WRITE FOR:

ARANYAK - because I literally CANNOT find any fanfics on it, and I'm down bad for angad malik

DORORO

fantastic beasts and where to find them

Fantastic beasts: secrets of Dumbledore

Harry Potter

Trollhunters

The hobbit

Hell's paradise

Spy x family

Avatar: the way of the water

My hero academia

Demon slayer

Assassination classroom

Violet Evergarden

Fruit basket

Horimiya

The girl who can see

Komi can't communicate

Death note

BLACKLISTED CHARACTERS:

overhaul/chisaki kai (he's a red flag and i regret the fic i wrote for him. and also its so hard to write for him ok 😩), mineta minoru (i just wanna strangle him until hes choking and red in the face) from my hero academia.

Sasuke (I have my reasons), and Jiraiya from Naruto.

Naruse shisuto from komi can't communicate

Akito sohma from fruit basket

(i honestly can't think of anyone else so ig that's all.)

THINGS THAT WILL GET YOU BLOCKED (OR CONTENT I WON'T WRITE FOR.)

I don't write nsfw. like at all. No smut, or any kinks or anything like that, so please don't request such things, and please respect my boundaries.

If you're pro-israel, sexist, misogynistic, racist, anti-vaxxer, fatphobic, Islamophobic, etc etc. I'm being honestly serious about this. Keep your shit opinions to yourself, the world is better without them.

STUFF THAT I'LL WRITE:

I'll write headcannons, scenarios, drabbles and imagines, though I might sound a bit rusty 👀

I also accept character x character fics although this mainly a x reader blog.

I'll be writing for female and gender neutral readers

Gore, yandere, and other dark themes are allowed, but the descriptions won't be that graphic

I can also write platonic relationships, familial relationships n the lot, for example like dadzawa or something.

All asks and requests will be answered and finished when inspiration/motivation strikes, which means there's no telling if its gonna be super quick or super slow, so please don't pressure me into writing quicker, and my sincerest apologies to the people who'll have to wait. There might also be circumstances where I won't be able to write for your asks, because it simply isn't easy?? Idk how to explain it (and im aware of how stupid that sounds,) but keep in mind that im not obligated (to finish the requests) either. Hope you enjoy!!! (I'm so excited!!)

*writermask out!*

[alovesongshewrote]

Can I then request headcannons from you in the Trollhunters fandom? How would Nari, Skrael and Bellrock react to a fem reader who helps them imperceptibly, and when they catch her, instead of being afraid of them, she playfully laughs and jokes. It's okay if you can't or don't want to do it. Anyway, thanks.

this is kinda short, but i did my best 😅 just a reminder, i don't write gendered readers, so this is allll gender neutral. goddamn i haven't written for this fandom in a while.

Y’know that one line, from brooklyn 99, where the main detective guy is talking about his time undercover in the mafia, and he says something like

“I mainly just helped them switch over from AOL” 

Y’know that one?

Yeahhhh, i'm thinking that’s kind of how you help the order

Look, you just think the game is rigged, okay?

These trollhunting assholes are from the modern day

They know how phones work

They understand texting and shit works

Also, they have access to gps tracking, the brats

So, you decide to even out the playing field

You like

Buy the order iphones 

You leave the phones in their base with a little note, like

“Here, use this, it’ll help you defeat ur enemies, trust me”

They do not trust you.

They think the phones are bombs and the first set of phones you buy get thrown out of the base 

Rip

It’s okay, you have more iphones

And you just

Don’t stop giving them phones until finally, one of them turns the gd phone on and they go

!!!

“We can send foreboding messages to our enemies!  Sick!”

And like

That’s what they do for a solid week

They like

Stop working towards their goal, and for a week, they just keep tweeting at jim like

“We r gonna kill ur mom >:)”

And this is before twitter went to shit, so they kept getting banned from twitter

And like

As funny as this was for you to watch

You could think of a thousand other uses for modern tech

So you just

Break into their base (again)

And start 

Installing wifi shit everywhere???

Of course, this is when they find you

You get a thousand weapons pointed at you, blah blah blah 

But you?  You’re calm

You’re collected

You’re kinda into it tbh

With a wink and a smile, you try to charm your way out of what looks like inevitable death 

And hey, it works

You start off with a “Hello friends!” and end it with a, “and that, beloveds, is how I ended up here!”

And they

Enjoy you

Who knew that ancient fire demigods would laugh at being called “hotman” ?

You did, i guess

Anyway, since the order enjoys you so much, they decide to keep you

So now you just

Live with them

And honestly, with housing costing what it does?

It’s not bad

You could genuinely have worse roommates

Bc these ones are pretty cute, and they will kill for you, so

[allyyyyysposts]

FANDOMS / WRITING . . .

PSA, this isn't really a request blog, but I welcome anyone who has any, though! Can't promise to do them, but maybe if they're interesting enough.

🪻 STUFF I WILL WRITE . . . - Fanfic - Drabbles - Snippets of my Fantasy Story - About my OCs, fandom-based or otherwise - Scenarios - Headcannons - Crossovers

🪻 STUFF I WILL NOT WRITE . . . - The usual criteria (i.e., incest, rape, abusive relationships) - Ships! Though that doesn't mean you can't ask about them, I just won't write about any ships. - Smut

🪻 FANDOMS I'LL WRITE FOR / YOU CAN REQUEST . . . - Attack on Titan - Creepypasta - Genshin Impact - Naruto / Naruto Shippuden

{only these for now because these three are the only ones I've ever actually written for}

🪻 FANDOMS I'M IN / YOU CAN TALK TO ME ABOUT . . . - Anne With An E - ARCANE - Avatar The Last Airbender / Legend of Korra - Bridgerton / Queen Charlotte - Bungou Stray Dogs (Not caught up with anything after S3 - Chainsaw Man (Not caught up with neither anime or manga tho) - Death Note - Demon Slayer - EPIC : The Musical - Five Nights at Freddy's - Hazbin Hotel - Honkai Star Rail (Not caught up tho) - Hunger Games (Only book and movie 1 tho) - Jujutsu Kaisen - Kaguya-Sama : Love is War! (Only S1) - Naruto (Haven't finished tho oml) - Transformers Prime / Bayverse - Trollhunters / Tales of Arcadia

[thatcringewh0re]

It's the fourth of July yk what that means? Imma blow some shit up. Anyway headcannon time!

Aja and Krel r both terrified and intrigued about the fireworks and the whole independence thing

Jim would absolutely grill, don't think he'd be that good but he's gonna try

Toby absolutely is mainly in it for the fireworks, you can not tell me he is not into destruction

Claire's parents would throw a huge barbecue like they do every year and Claire would try to invite Jim but I feel like he's too nervous around Claire's parents

Douxie dose not like fourth of July, but he likes the fireworks though Archie I feel like is afraid of the loud noises

Anyway that's all I got imma dissappear for another month again BYEEEE

[paepaerest]

hello! pae in the houseeee

you can still find me on twt: @kittyamazing4p1 (most active on) and instagram: @paepaers (currently inactive)

I'm a proud girlfriend admirer and I'm lucky to have her, she is a lesbian butchay who goes by Mirphy <3 @mirkyjerky same as on twt

im fine with all pronouns but he/him

My yap and 2nd art blawg: @taupae <- Here I will rblog my art from this blog and may eventually stick to that blog for posting doodles and art as of now :)

I'm a multifandom artist whose interests are at the moment (in bold are current special interests):

dickfigures, o'grady, stardew valley, Superjail!, OC's, 1970-1990s fashion/aesthetics, AU's, Venture Bros, super science friends, tdi, mlp, niche horror franchises, Hey Good Lookin' (1982), Always Sunny in Philadelphia, TROLLHUNTERS (TOA: ROTT, 3BELOW, WIZARDS), Private Dick/Family Man, brba, Tuca & Bertie, dreamworks films...

Every day I am still discovering new things...

I'm also a shameless multishipper... I'm really fond with Petebilly as of currently, I'm so normal about them :)

read!!!:

I may reblog/like content with mild blood but never to the extreme gore. Along with suggestive context (satire explicit jokes, etc) and artistic nudity.

This account is 16+!!

DO NOT be weird about my art, I will block you. I will also block you if you actively spread discourse about a character/ship/media that I like. Also if you are just comfortable with being really problematic, leave my blog and block me.

I LOVE SHIP POSTING!!!! AND FLUFF! you'll see a lot of it here :D

Do expect that I often show strong emotion by using caps even when unneccessary among with emojis and a dramatic amount of periods, and i am ANNOYING. if u a selfshippah i fw that too

I'm a human behind the screen so please, have some human decency and treat me like one too.

I'm mostly self preserved or a recluse most of the time, lurking and talking about my interests with my close mutuals/friends/one and only partner...

I often go on & off and i can't keep a promise to stay consistent with my timing of posts and all that stuff. I'm sorry!!!

I leave treats once in a while though!

This art blog consists of reblogs of my personal interests, exclusively of whatever i am now into, and some of my art! my art tag is #paepaerest art or/and #my art

+ I'm open/all ears for more ship suggestions! & headcannons. & for asks if you just want to ask me anything totally out of topic, you can! I won't bite ^^

[mediauser325]

Meet my OC Abila!

Abila is a half angel-half demon and exists in the different worlds I write for. She's 16 and her weakness is unknown. Her weapon is a magic scythe, and is very skilled with it. Her favorite food is Sakura Mochi, favorite animal being Cerberus. She's pansexual and genderfluid, going by any pronouns. She won't admit it, but she likes drawing and listening to music in her past time when she isn't training. Backstory: Her mother (An angel) and her father (A demon) had Abila, but Heaven and Heck didn't like that, so they were forced to bring her to Earth once she was at the age of 10. She continued to grow up and was very hated amongst humans and so the feeling became somewhat mutual. New: Since I don't have anything better to do, asks for her are now OPEN! Absolute NO'S for asks: Smut, remotely sexual/kink, hate asks, being rude about the plot i'm building, insensitive asks unless it's a character's personality

(Under the cut is about the blogger)

About the blogger MediaUser325!

DNI is in the desc Fandoms I write for at the moment: Trollhunters, Eddsworld, partial Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, but no Smut, Lemons, Limes, etc. I also write for One Piece, MHA, Avatar The Last Airbender, Homestuck, Gravity Falls, Fairly Oddparents and Dead End: Paranormal Park

What topics I'll write for: Fluff, SFW Headcannons, Info about my OC, asks, selective types of angst, comfort, crossovers (If I can do it accurately), drabble, ticklefics, and requests about fanfics.

[funky-cheese]

Ayyyy welcome to my Blog!

I'm funky, or funko (derived from "funko pop"). This is my main blog! I write fanfics here and occasionally reblog fandom-related stuff. Here are my sideblogs!

My Personal Blog - For me to talk about the issues i'm passionate about, and events in my own personal life.

My Spam Blog - purely for the purpose of reblogs i find funny or chaotic. Nothing else here.

More blogs to come! I'm a little obsessed with categories and organization so...

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My fandoms are: MARVEL!!!!!!!!!, Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia, Avatar the Last Airbender, Legends of Korra, How to Train your Dragon, DCU (mostly interacting with batfam works), and Voltron.

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I am jewish. If you're here to spout antisemetic bullshit? get out. Don't even test me, don't try to toe the line. Block me yourself before I do because I will block and report you. This is my writer's account. If you want to talk about the i/p issue or be antisemitic SO BADLY, then go to my personal account. Thank you for your cooperation.

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Now, my ao3 handle is funky_cheese

I've written a lot in the MHA fandom, but I'm not in it anymore. So all my incomplete MHA fics are up for adoption!

I'm currently working on a lot of marvel WIPs that i hope to upload soon! So keep your eyes out for any sneak peeks!! For now, here are the titles of my two MAIN work in progress works: Diagnosed at 93 Lost and Found (And Found Again) But I have a lot more ideas queued up and one-shot ideas that I want to write! Keep in mind, I write almost solely angst or hurt/comfort, and even occasionally I might dip into the dead dove genre.

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feel free to use the tumblr "ask me" feature for any of the below reasons:

To ask for marvel fic recommendations! I will respond with ao3 links of my fav fics, If I have any for you, or the next best thing If I don't.

To donate a writing prompt for a fanfic! I can't promise I will write it, but you can always take a shot! I will be more likely to respond to niche, angsty or hurt/comfort ideas, especially tony, bucky, peter, steve, or matt -centric. But I am open to all ideas!!! I love writing but struggle with ideas.

To talk about anything! I love being chatty. I love talking with people. and most of all, I love community. So feel free to anon or not, and just... spark a conversation! (but stay respectful! Thanks.)

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If I reblog your headcannon, there's a high chance I'm going to write it. this tumblr is basically my list of "to-write" prompts.

[albentelisa]

Hi there! Is there any personal or favorite random headcannon Jim and Stricklander?

I answered that one as a part of a different ask, but will copy it here for convenience.

So, as for Jim and Strickler:

Walter approached him first, even though it was strictly professional. Jim wasn’t the only student who was coming for advice, but he certainly ended as his favorite one;

Strickler would have gotten rid of any other student if they had been the Trollhunter instead. Jim was lucky to grow close enough to him before everything started;

Jim saw a father figure in Strickler way before he found the amulet. That’s why Strickler’s betrayal was so heart-crushing to Jim;

Jim refused to suspect Strickler of being a changeling because that would be no different from suspecting Toby or Barbara;

nevertheless, Jim was willing to forgive Strickler and greet him as a part of his family;

Strickler is the one who gives Jim advice about the romance.