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Douxie gives in to Toby and Claire heckling him and drops a kin list but it's all just different old obscure poets and musicians that he'd heard of through the years and no one in the 21st century would even know about. Does he actually kin them or is he just playing a joke on the kids is the real question 🤔🤔

maybe he’s playing a joke on them in hopes that they’ll drop it and they won’t find the Real kin list

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Claire: Humans are not the only animal to engage in homosexual activity, but they are the only animal that engage in being homophobic

Toby: Wrong, I limped my wrist at Gnome Chompsky and he attacked me

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“Something’s coming. A war between mankind and magic. You must fight together!”

This summer…they will rise.

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Three demigods walk into a bar.

“Why the long face?” Asks the bartender to the first.

There is no longer a bartender.

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claire and jim: get a flour baby together, are dating in canon

toby and darci: get a flour baby together, are dating in canon

eli and steve: get a flour baby together,

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Evening reblog!

King Steve of the Buttsnacks

Douxie sighed, looking at the children before. Sure, they were good and capable fighters, and he was proud of them, but this? Being transported back to the past, with mere highschoolers? The wizard ran a hand through his hair. 

“Alright,” he started, gaining their attention. “We have been sent back in time. It is very, incredibly, important, that we do nothing here that will mess up history.” He emphasised, giving each of the children a point a look. “We have to tread carefully.”

“Alright!” “Yeah.” “Sure thing, emo wizard dude.”

Not even three seconds later, Claire was pulling out her phone, showing off some of the pictures of her and her friends to one of the knights. 

“Oh fuzzbuckets,” He muttered, face-palming. They were doomed. 

Training with the knights was a lot of thing. Exhilarating, fun, terrifying, but mostly eye opening. It really made him realize how much work it took, fighting and trying to help people. And- the others, they’ve put in so much work, to become people who help others. 

He was wholly unprepared for this. It was a bit overwhelming. 

Normally he was the coolest guy around, and the toughest. He wasn’t used to feeling so… weak. Steve would have to work hard to catch up, and become someone who could stand on his own, and help everyone. To become someone worthy of his ninja-kicking angel, and worthy of his best friend. 

And the best way to do that, was to stick with the knights, and learn what he could. 

Which is how he ended up here, drinking with knights of the round tablet. “It’s alright, Palchuck, we’re in Camelot, there’s no legal age for drinking.” Steve muttered, trying to summon the courage to drink the strange smelling beer.

“Oh, ya talking to yerself, boyo? We all been there! A good drink’ll make ya feel right as rain!” The knight laughed heartily, giving Steve a good pat on the back. 

“This yer first drink boyo?” Another knight asked him, and all Steve could do was nod mutely. 

“Aye, e’ryone! This is the boyo’s first ever drink!” The knight shouted, standing up and pulling Steve with him. “Let’s give ‘im a good audience for his first steps into manhood!” He shouted, and the other knights cheered him on, some shouting for him to chug it. 

“Alright Palchuck, it’s time to be a man.” He whispered, before throwing his head and chugging the beer down, some of it escaping past his lips. He gagged after swallowing it, but the knights were too busy shouting and pouring more rounds of drinks. 

“Here’s another one for ya, boyo!” Someone said, shoving another drink into his hands. 

Steve was on his third beer, and starting to feel it, when King Arthur joined them. 

“Oh, your Majesty!” Lancelot laughed. “Glad you could make it!”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it!” Steve watched as the king pouring himself two goblets of beer, drinking them one after another before pouring himself. “The weekly cheese eating contest is my favorite pastime!”

“The… wha?” Steve looked to the other knights for help. 

“Every week, we have a cheese eating contest.” Galihead explained. 

“And I am always the winner!” King Arthur laughed, finishing off another beer and wow, he was going fast with those. But here was an opportunity to prove himself to the knights!

“Oh, yeah? Well not tonight, cause the Palchuck is here, and he’s the best cheese-eater around!” He slammed his drink onto the table, some of the knights ooh-ing.

“Well, why don’t we make this interesting, then?” The king chuckled. “I am willing to place my throne and kingdom on the line, that I can beat you. And you…”

Steve thought for a moment. “My pursuit of knightdom! If you win, I will, uh, become a court jester!” There was a moment of silence, before the table erupted in noise. 

“Alright. We’ve been meaning to get some new entertainment for the court around here anyways.” With a laugh, King Arthur summoned a servant with parchment and quill, writing out the terms of the agreement. Everyone seemed a little antsy, but Steve couldn’t back out now.

“Sign here.” The king pointed, and after he signed, the king stamped it with his royal seal. “Alright, bring forth the royal cheese wheels!” King Arthur shouted, finishing another beer. 

The wheels of cheese were placed in front of each of them, and Steve grinned. Finally, all that time hanging out with Pepperjack would pay off. 

“On you marks, get set, go!” Lancelot shouted, and Steve started to eat like his life depended on it. Which, really, it did. There was no way he could give up being a knight, not when his friends needed. 

Everything else faded to black, it was just Steve and the cheese. He payed no mind to the king, or the knights, eating at fast as he could. Sweat dripped down his brow from the concentration. In what felt like no time at all, his cheese was gone. 

His surroundings came back into focus, and he looked around, everyone staring at him in stunned silence. The king was only half done with his wheel. He won. 

“I won! I won! Woo-hoo! Oh yeah, King Steve of the buttsnacks!.” He stood up on his chair, forcefully taking the crown from King Arthur’s head. Well, not king anymore. Steve looked to the side, and locked eyes with Douxie. His eye was twitching. Oh no. 

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Messing. With. The. Past?” Douxie hissed out at him, looking like he was about to lunge across the room and attack him. 

“Not to mess with the past.” Steve took out his phone, to send Aja one final message. ‘This is my last message. :(‘ It read. 

“And what did you do?” 

“Became the king of the past.” 

Douxie groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Oh, we are so fucked.” As he said this, Douxie grabbed a goblet from one of the knights, drinking it down in one shot.

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posted it bc i want validation

they had to keep a close eye on steve while they were in the past otherwise he would have run of and challenged the king to a cheese eating contest

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Link to ao3!

King Steve of the Buttsnacks

Douxie sighed, looking at the children before. Sure, they were good and capable fighters, and he was proud of them, but this? Being transported back to the past, with mere highschoolers? The wizard ran a hand through his hair. 

“Alright,” he started, gaining their attention. “We have been sent back in time. It is very, incredibly, important, that we do nothing here that will mess up history.” He emphasised, giving each of the children a point a look. “We have to tread carefully.”

“Alright!” “Yeah.” “Sure thing, emo wizard dude.”

Not even three seconds later, Claire was pulling out her phone, showing off some of the pictures of her and her friends to one of the knights. 

“Oh fuzzbuckets,” He muttered, face-palming. They were doomed. 

Training with the knights was a lot of thing. Exhilarating, fun, terrifying, but mostly eye opening. It really made him realize how much work it took, fighting and trying to help people. And- the others, they’ve put in so much work, to become people who help others. 

He was wholly unprepared for this. It was a bit overwhelming. 

Normally he was the coolest guy around, and the toughest. He wasn’t used to feeling so… weak. Steve would have to work hard to catch up, and become someone who could stand on his own, and help everyone. To become someone worthy of his ninja-kicking angel, and worthy of his best friend. 

And the best way to do that, was to stick with the knights, and learn what he could. 

Which is how he ended up here, drinking with knights of the round tablet. “It’s alright, Palchuck, we’re in Camelot, there’s no legal age for drinking.” Steve muttered, trying to summon the courage to drink the strange smelling beer.

“Oh, ya talking to yerself, boyo? We all been there! A good drink’ll make ya feel right as rain!” The knight laughed heartily, giving Steve a good pat on the back. 

“This yer first drink boyo?” Another knight asked him, and all Steve could do was nod mutely. 

“Aye, e’ryone! This is the boyo’s first ever drink!” The knight shouted, standing up and pulling Steve with him. “Let’s give ‘im a good audience for his first steps into manhood!” He shouted, and the other knights cheered him on, some shouting for him to chug it. 

“Alright Palchuck, it’s time to be a man.” He whispered, before throwing his head and chugging the beer down, some of it escaping past his lips. He gagged after swallowing it, but the knights were too busy shouting and pouring more rounds of drinks. 

“Here’s another one for ya, boyo!” Someone said, shoving another drink into his hands. 

Steve was on his third beer, and starting to feel it, when King Arthur joined them. 

“Oh, your Majesty!” Lancelot laughed. “Glad you could make it!”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it!” Steve watched as the king pouring himself two goblets of beer, drinking them one after another before pouring himself. “The weekly cheese eating contest is my favorite pastime!”

“The… wha?” Steve looked to the other knights for help. 

“Every week, we have a cheese eating contest.” Galihead explained. 

“And I am always the winner!” King Arthur laughed, finishing off another beer and wow, he was going fast with those. But here was an opportunity to prove himself to the knights!

“Oh, yeah? Well not tonight, cause the Palchuck is here, and he’s the best cheese-eater around!” He slammed his drink onto the table, some of the knights ooh-ing.

“Well, why don’t we make this interesting, then?” The king chuckled. “I am willing to place my throne and kingdom on the line, that I can beat you. And you…”

Steve thought for a moment. “My pursuit of knightdom! If you win, I will, uh, become a court jester!” There was a moment of silence, before the table erupted in noise. 

“Alright. We’ve been meaning to get some new entertainment for the court around here anyways.” With a laugh, King Arthur summoned a servant with parchment and quill, writing out the terms of the agreement. Everyone seemed a little antsy, but Steve couldn’t back out now.

“Sign here.” The king pointed, and after he signed, the king stamped it with his royal seal. “Alright, bring forth the royal cheese wheels!” King Arthur shouted, finishing another beer. 

The wheels of cheese were placed in front of each of them, and Steve grinned. Finally, all that time hanging out with Pepperjack would pay off. 

“On you marks, get set, go!” Lancelot shouted, and Steve started to eat like his life depended on it. Which, really, it did. There was no way he could give up being a knight, not when his friends needed. 

Everything else faded to black, it was just Steve and the cheese. He payed no mind to the king, or the knights, eating at fast as he could. Sweat dripped down his brow from the concentration. In what felt like no time at all, his cheese was gone. 

His surroundings came back into focus, and he looked around, everyone staring at him in stunned silence. The king was only half done with his wheel. He won. 

“I won! I won! Woo-hoo! Oh yeah, King Steve of the buttsnacks!.” He stood up on his chair, forcefully taking the crown from King Arthur’s head. Well, not king anymore. Steve looked to the side, and locked eyes with Douxie. His eye was twitching. Oh no. 

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Messing. With. The. Past?” Douxie hissed out at him, looking like he was about to lunge across the room and attack him. 

“Not to mess with the past.” Steve took out his phone, to send Aja one final message. ‘This is my last message. :(‘ It read. 

“And what did you do?” 

“Became the king of the past.” 

Douxie groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Oh, we are so fucked.” As he said this, Douxie grabbed a goblet from one of the knights, drinking it down in one shot.

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King Steve of the Buttsnacks

Douxie sighed, looking at the children before. Sure, they were good and capable fighters, and he was proud of them, but this? Being transported back to the past, with mere highschoolers? The wizard ran a hand through his hair. 

“Alright,” he started, gaining their attention. “We have been sent back in time. It is very, incredibly, important, that we do nothing here that will mess up history.” He emphasised, giving each of the children a point a look. “We have to tread carefully.”

“Alright!” “Yeah.” “Sure thing, emo wizard dude.”

Not even three seconds later, Claire was pulling out her phone, showing off some of the pictures of her and her friends to one of the knights. 

“Oh fuzzbuckets,” He muttered, face-palming. They were doomed. 

Training with the knights was a lot of thing. Exhilarating, fun, terrifying, but mostly eye opening. It really made him realize how much work it took, fighting and trying to help people. And- the others, they’ve put in so much work, to become people who help others. 

He was wholly unprepared for this. It was a bit overwhelming. 

Normally he was the coolest guy around, and the toughest. He wasn’t used to feeling so… weak. Steve would have to work hard to catch up, and become someone who could stand on his own, and help everyone. To become someone worthy of his ninja-kicking angel, and worthy of his best friend. 

And the best way to do that, was to stick with the knights, and learn what he could. 

Which is how he ended up here, drinking with knights of the round tablet. “It’s alright, Palchuck, we’re in Camelot, there’s no legal age for drinking.” Steve muttered, trying to summon the courage to drink the strange smelling beer.

“Oh, ya talking to yerself, boyo? We all been there! A good drink’ll make ya feel right as rain!” The knight laughed heartily, giving Steve a good pat on the back. 

“This yer first drink boyo?” Another knight asked him, and all Steve could do was nod mutely. 

“Aye, e’ryone! This is the boyo’s first ever drink!” The knight shouted, standing up and pulling Steve with him. “Let’s give ‘im a good audience for his first steps into manhood!” He shouted, and the other knights cheered him on, some shouting for him to chug it. 

“Alright Palchuck, it’s time to be a man.” He whispered, before throwing his head and chugging the beer down, some of it escaping past his lips. He gagged after swallowing it, but the knights were too busy shouting and pouring more rounds of drinks. 

“Here’s another one for ya, boyo!” Someone said, shoving another drink into his hands. 

Steve was on his third beer, and starting to feel it, when King Arthur joined them. 

“Oh, your Majesty!” Lancelot laughed. “Glad you could make it!”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it!” Steve watched as the king pouring himself two goblets of beer, drinking them one after another before pouring himself. “The weekly cheese eating contest is my favorite pastime!”

“The… wha?” Steve looked to the other knights for help. 

“Every week, we have a cheese eating contest.” Galihead explained. 

“And I am always the winner!” King Arthur laughed, finishing off another beer and wow, he was going fast with those. But here was an opportunity to prove himself to the knights!

“Oh, yeah? Well not tonight, cause the Palchuck is here, and he’s the best cheese-eater around!” He slammed his drink onto the table, some of the knights ooh-ing.

“Well, why don’t we make this interesting, then?” The king chuckled. “I am willing to place my throne and kingdom on the line, that I can beat you. And you…”

Steve thought for a moment. “My pursuit of knightdom! If you win, I will, uh, become a court jester!” There was a moment of silence, before the table erupted in noise. 

“Alright. We’ve been meaning to get some new entertainment for the court around here anyways.” With a laugh, King Arthur summoned a servant with parchment and quill, writing out the terms of the agreement. Everyone seemed a little antsy, but Steve couldn’t back out now.

“Sign here.” The king pointed, and after he signed, the king stamped it with his royal seal. “Alright, bring forth the royal cheese wheels!” King Arthur shouted, finishing another beer. 

The wheels of cheese were placed in front of each of them, and Steve grinned. Finally, all that time hanging out with Pepperjack would pay off. 

“On you marks, get set, go!” Lancelot shouted, and Steve started to eat like his life depended on it. Which, really, it did. There was no way he could give up being a knight, not when his friends needed. 

Everything else faded to black, it was just Steve and the cheese. He payed no mind to the king, or the knights, eating at fast as he could. Sweat dripped down his brow from the concentration. In what felt like no time at all, his cheese was gone. 

His surroundings came back into focus, and he looked around, everyone staring at him in stunned silence. The king was only half done with his wheel. He won. 

“I won! I won! Woo-hoo! Oh yeah, King Steve of the buttsnacks!.” He stood up on his chair, forcefully taking the crown from King Arthur’s head. Well, not king anymore. Steve looked to the side, and locked eyes with Douxie. His eye was twitching. Oh no. 

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Messing. With. The. Past?” Douxie hissed out at him, looking like he was about to lunge across the room and attack him. 

“Not to mess with the past.” Steve took out his phone, to send Aja one final message. ‘This is my last message. :(‘ It read. 

“And what did you do?” 

“Became the king of the past.” 

Douxie groaned, slapping a hand to his face. “Oh, we are so fucked.” As he said this, Douxie grabbed a goblet from one of the knights, drinking it down in one shot.

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yes i spent the night writing this fic, yes i was tipsy while writing, perhaps it will get posted tonight

they had to keep a close eye on steve while they were in the past otherwise he would have run of and challenged the king to a cheese eating contest

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thinking about an au where steve gets excalibur, if anyone wants to let me soundboard some ideas off of them 👀

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they had to keep a close eye on steve while they were in the past otherwise he would have run of and challenged the king to a cheese eating contest

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I didn’t meant to post these but a friend of mine convinced me i should so there you go. Kinda.. I’m torn over posting the entire sheet (i did 7 more sketches). I still kind of not finding his face shape but these ones i’m okay with. Actually i do like the last one.

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headcanon douxie heard that the new trollhunter is a human in high school and decided to enroll to keep an eye on him but he enrolled into the wrong school

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Evening reblog!

Budding Magic

“No, no, no.” Hisirdoux said to himself, clenching his fists and trying to get… whatever this was to stop. He ignored the small voice in his head telling him that the blue wisps flying around him were magic, because there was no way they could be. 

Magic was banned in the kingdom, his family was regular people who didn’t use magic. Clearly, there was some other explanation for this, and he was just too panicked to think of one. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of him being magic, or what would happen to him if anyone else found out. 

There was someone in the village who’d be caught doing magic, once. It was two years ago, he had been seven at the time. He doesn’t remember all of it, but he does remember the fire. And the horrid smell. That was something he’d ever forget. 

So, this being magic simply wasn’t an option. 

“Hisirdoux!” His father called from somewhere downstairs, and a look of terror crossed his face. Hisirdoux closed his eyes tight, and when he opened them, the blue wisps were no longer there. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

“Coming father!” He yelled, pulling on shoes quickly before running down the stairs. It was time to get started in the fields, there was a lot of planting they had to do. His father always told him he would inherit the farm when he was old enough. It wasn’t what he wanted to do, but it provided food and money, so it would do. 

He was eager to help and please his father, though. By the time the sun fell and they had both eaten, Hisirdoux had forgotten about the not-magic incident almost entirely. 

Over the next few months, the accidents were few and far between. He tried not to think about them too much, afraid if he put thought into it, it would somehow make it real. There was never an accident around his father, or in public, so he could pretend it was his imagination, or a trick of the light. Fireflies, perhaps? 

Whatever it was, he wouldn’t let it get to him. 

Besides, today he gets to go into town, and help sell some of their crops! Maybe when they’re done, he can go to the bookstore. Like his father, he never learned how to read, but he loved looking at the pictures in them. 

They arrived in town just after sunrise to set up shop. His father took care of the selling and trading, while he got to give people the produce they wanted. It was pretty boring, but it was better than sending the day out working in the fields, so Hisirdoux couldn’t complain. 

“I’m gonna run over to the bakery while they still have the good bread. You stay here and watch the stand.” His father said after a couple of hours. “I’ll even bring you back some of that honey buns you like.” He said with a smile. 

“Alright, you can count on me!” Hisirdoux said, watching his father walk away. They must have been doing well, the bread was expensive enough that they only ever got it as a special treat.

One person came to their stand not long after his father, wanting some produce. He hadn’t been paying much attention to what the prices were for anything, and didn’t want to mess anything up. 

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to wait until my father comes back from the bakery.” Hisirdoux said, in his most professional voice. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just be on my way.” The man said, before rushing forward, grabbing the produce and making a run for it. Hisirdoux shot after him, trying to catch up to the man. 

“No! Stop! You can’t do that!” He yelled, people on the streets looking at the sudden commotion. He reached his hands forward, attempting to reach out for the man. Suddenly, blue tendrils shot forward, grabbing the man. 

There was quiet for just a moment, everyone processing what they just saw. 

“That boy just used magic!”

“He’s gonna kill us all!” 

“Look what he’s done already to that poor man, burn the witch!” 

People everywhere were shouting, slowly closing in around him. 

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! I didn’t do that, I haven’t got any magic at all!” He shouted desperately, tears forming in his eyes. He backed up, trying to keep his distance from the crowd. 

Hisirdoux saw his father in the crowd, locking eyes with him. “Please, father, tell them I’m no witch! Tell them I’m not magic!” He begged, trying to reach out a hand for him. The crowd recoiled away from him. 

“Look, see! He’s trying to bewitch us all! Somebody stop him!” His father shouted, and that was all they needed to hear before charging forward. 

“No, please!” He cried out, bringing his arms up to shield his face as he closed his eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. When he opened them, the townsfolk were on the ground, seemingly knocked out, a blue haze around them. 

Hisirdoux stared for a moment, unsure what happened, before snapping out of it. He couldn’t stay here. He didn’t when they would be up, and he certainly didn’t want to be around when they finally were. 

He turned and ran, heading straight into the forest. For what felt like hours he ran, heading deeper and deeper until he was sure the townsfolk wouldn’t find him. They never cared much for the forest, and tended to avoid it. The reality of his situation hit him as he slowed down. 

“Oh, what am I supposed to do now?” He collapsed against a tree, drawing his knees up to his chest. The tears fell freely now, a sob building up in his throat. He was alone, no food or shelter, only the clothes on his back.

He didn’t move from the spot at all, unable to care about moving to someplace safer once night fell. He was shaking, though Hisirdoux had no idea if it was from the cold or from the crying. He fell into an uneasy sleep night, riddled with nightmares and worries of what was to come. 

He never did get those honey buns.