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~The War is Coming (Part 2) ~

WARNING: This is a Fic centered around the main events of "Wizards". Specifically those involving the Gumm-gumms and Morgana. Also, it is narrated from a 1st person perscepctive. The narrator is my Troll named Neala. For more info on them, click the "Who's Neala? Button" at the end of this part.

SPOILERS FOR TALES OF ARCADIA: WIZARDS

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My stomach sinks at the news -It cannot be...- I say to myself, feeling somehow guilty. I had to be the one at the threshold, not the prince. Before I can offer my services, the skull crusher sends Argamon to Dwuoza to recruit the pacifist tribe hidden from human sight. Even though he's supposely a brother in arms to me and Bular, I don't trust him. He's like a youngling, vulnerable, gullible, let's just hope he's not that innocent. When the Krubera soldier exits the room, only me and Gunmar remain.

Normally, in a situation like this when the prince's arrogance might get him in trouble, I wouldn't care by letting him figure it out on his own, but given our roles were exchanged, and he might have been caught off guard by those humans, I offer a solution for the sake of the Black One's Lineage.

-My lord, wouldn't it be better to send a rescue party for the prince? We know what Arthur is capable of- I say, confident of what I've heard over the years. Exposes prisoners to daylight and shatters them, murdering anyone who's not of his kin. -I can build a small group to enter Camelot at twilight...- my lord interrrupts me, growling.

-He only wants a trophy, a victory for his broken kingdom. But he won't stand a chance!- his fury unleashed as he stands, his colossal sword at hand. -At Nightfall, we march to Camelot!- In a thunderous roar, its vibrations traveling through my legs, its invigorating! I nod, before he leaves the throne room. Now I stand alone, taking off my mask and admiring it, letting out a sigh. -War, huh?- my mind, overun by many thoughts...

What if we win?

What if Dwuoza refuses?

Would we be...all that is left?...

-Agh! Enough!- I growl, I always think too much. It would be better if I hurry, this will be a long night.

After a nap, some training and sharpening my blades. I wait for the Skull Crusher at the entrance of his kingdom, wearing the mask while I scout around.

The moment I get near the threshold, I can see the centinel, frozen in place, bound by chains. Something inside me aches, the guilt over the fallen puts a weight on my chest. To think it would've been me... It also reminds me who are we really fighting against. Arthur calls us demons, monsters, abominations, but when push comes to shove, he invades our territory, hunts us down, and kills us, while rejoicing on our demise. To me, that's a monster. One with no empathy or mercy...

Once I am beside the fallen soldier, my heart sinks. He was exposed while fighting for his life. Was caught off guard, chained and executed. No trial, why am I not surprised? The king only spreads decay wherever he goes.

-Rest now, soldier- I say, taking off my helmet to see the chains around his arms. They were still made of iron, instead of petrifying with this troll. What cruelty... -You fought bravely for The Black One's crown. And for your heroic deeds, me, Commander Neala, Gunmar's Hellhound, relief you from your suffering.- I say, as I release him from the metal chains which fall limply at his sides. The clatter of the binds hitting the ground makes me sigh, making me feel relieved somehow. A moment after, two other centinels come to drag him back to camp.

As I see the soldier leaving, I take a deep breath, knowing he'll be shattered shortly, putting an end to such a death. -May our ancestors welcome you with open arms to the Hall of Heroes- as I bow slightly, before his stone body leaves my sight.

It takes me a minute or two to shake these feelings of guilt and sadness that take over everytime I see a troll dying in such a horrid way. He was killed for the fun of it, that thought alone makes me wish I could kill Arthur with my own claws. But, with the crime scene I have on hand, I might be a step closer to doing so.

As I take the chains that bound the soldier and sniff them, I can create a scene in my mind, one which confirms what I thought from looking at their victim. The King and his men bound the centinel when he was off guard, immovilizing him and then exposing him to the sun. The fear of my ally and the lustful joy of my foe, contrasting, strong scents. But, someone is missing in this scene: Bular. So, I sniff around some more, bumping into the rock which lies a couple of feet in front of the gate. There, the scent of the Prince's Bravado takes force. And now, the image of his capture is clear.

His arrogance made him ambush the king, got the upper hand, I can tell due to the adrenaline in the air. Then, the traitors defended their liege.

The smell of Arthur's magician fills the place. Iron and the scent his spells produce, smoke. More scents come to my nose: Other wizards, a witch, the horses and Excalibur; the cursed sword the human King carries to protect from us. Bans magic, but wields that forsaken weapon...

Reeks of the fallen.

Two wizards, and two witches were there. Old steel, Merlin; lightning, his apprentice; melted gold, Morgana and a fourth, can tell is a witch, but her scent is...peculiar. Sugar, cinnamon and...citrus peelings, also...corn, but as if toasted on a grill. Spiced Corn Bread, weird but it certainly made her stand out. She doesn't belong here...

Despite the little witch's scent, I could feel the strong tang of anger in the air, close to where Morgana stood. Anger...drove by...what?

-What did you find, champion?- Gunmar stands behind me while I sniff around. As I notice him, I quickly put on the mask to answer to his question.

-Magic was used to kidnap the prince, four or five fleshbags dragged him back to Camelot. The others disbanded and continued the hunt- I answer while pointing with my claws the paths each group took. I could tell the king's men were after some others: The eldest scents, which were almost lost to the fight, were from trolls who had been among humans for way too long. -Three or more trolls ran to Dwuoza- completing my search, keeping some curious things to myself. Though two of the three trolls I sensed were somehow familiar, one stood out. Old Steel, Charcoal and blood. It confused me how those three aromas could coexist. Old Steel, Merlin; but...Charcoal, that was my king's scent; and blood, it was a stinging smell, penetrating, not that I wasn't familiar with it, but...from a Troll? Those facts had to lay dormant in my mind as I stand aside my lord, who looks at me, satisfied with the bloodhound he raised.

-I trained you well, champion. Now the hunter, becomes the prey- growling at the time he crouches on his four points, roars and runs. I follow his lead, doing the same.

The night falls upon us as we arrive to the castle...on fire. His keep, destroyed by unknown magic. I smell it, melted gold and tree's blood.

-Who destroyed Artur's keep without my orders?- my King growls at the centinels who always keep watch on it. They don't answer, but a witch does. One dressed on golden armor and green robes, pledging an alliance sealed by Bular's return and words I will never forget.

"Eternal Night"

As tempting as that sounds, my years on this Earth had taught me not to trust a human. They kill anything and anyone who's not of their kin. All nature knows their savagery and though I know she speaks the truth, my instinct tells me that this might be a trick. I step closer to my liege and prince standing between them and the witch with my blades at hand.

-Pretty words for a human- I snarl, defying her -You were there when the prince was captured, with your wizards and your king.- slowly stepping closer as she levitated down to my level, making our gazes meet. -How do we know this isn't part of Arthur's plan?- growling, not letting my blades touch the ground. My green lit eyes meeting hers. Mine, filled with rage. Her's, calm.

-Yes, I was there.- she replied, politely -Watching Arthur kill one of your own, rejoicing on his defeat by exposing him to the sun. I saw as my mentor betrayed our kind by capturing your prince. I tried countless times to stop the massacre with kindness. But the time of peace is long gone- swaying her left hand, so my gaze could catch it. At a glance, nothing was odd, until I felt the scent of jade and, something more ancient. Something I had never smelled before. A mix of volcanic stone, a freezing blizzard and the blossoms of the early spring. Life and death. How? As I picked the scent, she kept explaining. -My brother cut my own hand, all because I spoke our truth. How his hipocracy knows no bounds.-

Baffled, but not bemused, I turned once more to face her. Before I could ask, she kept on going with her speech.

- A force greater than us ushered me back, gave me the power and the goal. No more bowing our heads to the men's rule! I shall bring you the means to bring Arthur to his knees- she sounded like a preacher, one I heard eons ago while captured by humans. Same system, different motif. I don't trust her.

-Nice speech, Pendragon- I growled, about to attack her. My tail was wipping around, angrily leaving marks on the ground. -But you've got no stakes to lose. So if I must die defending my king from your pretty little lies, then so be it- Growling lower, as my tail finally slapped the ground, making me snap into action. I was ready to fight the witch, rip her to shreds...but...

-Champion!- I stop cold on my tracks, digging my hooves on the dirt below. My king's scold catching me off guard. After a second, I recover my senses, making me turn around to face him.

-My lord...- confused. Never had he stopped me from following my judgement. Once I smelled a liar, he left me to ram against them and bring them to his feet. This would've been one of those situations...except...

-The witch speaks the truth- Gunmar says, calm, but stern. -We are on the same side. So don't look for enemies where there are none.-

My anger flares up, in disbelief. -None?! She's a human!-

-The witch is one of us!- Bular interscepted, walking closer to meet me, defying me like I defied Morgana. -She created a distraction to free me and destroy Camelot by making a Troll walk in broad daylight!-

As he spoke, I froze. The memory of the odd mix of scents came back. -No troll can walk in broad daylight- I replied, anxious.

-They can- she spoke from behind me. -If they are half human...- my anxiety, turning once again into anger. That explained it!

A growl escapes my throat, targetting her from over my shoulder. -A changeling?!- my eyes gleeming with rage as that proposterous idea crossed my mind. Half human-half troll, an absolute abomination.

-They could be effective spies and second agents for our cause.- Gunmar agreed, though under his breath.

My ears couldn't fathom what I was hearing. Baffled, confused, and furious, I tighten the grasp I've got on my blades. -You...have poisoned my lord's mind with YOUR LIES!!!- I roar as loud as my rage allows me, making the trees around me tremble. My disbelief filled my reason with a sudden rush of absolute fury. This witch shouldn't be trusted! And yet! Here she still stands, creating deformed mirrors to serve "our cause". Every spike and hair in my body shaking from the anger, the defiance and the audacity of this Mother of Monsters, who made my king question my judgement. It is the last straw! Without a second thought, I launch towards the witch, attacking her. But, within a second, someone stands between us: Bular. The few ounces of respect I had for him, were slowly becoming dust. He blocked my attack, before pushing me back, making my hooves leave trails on the ground. Once I recover my footing, my eyes shot him daggers.

-Commander, there are no enemies to fight!- he growls at me, as my brows rise, once again, in disbelief. -This Witch has saved my life and attacked our enemy's keep! Don't you see?! The tides of war are changing to our favour!-

-Or dragging us to our destruction!- I roar once more, as I throw my blades, making them cut the ground and stand on their own. -Your weakness and arrogance has caused all of this. We wouldn't be facing Arthur's kin and considering such a blasphemous arrangement if it wasn't for your need to show off!- I attack him, finally speaking my mind after millennia. The comment makes him freeze, letting me know I'm right. -Don't you know I know the scent of your bravado?! It's bitter, penetrating, like meat left to rot. It is sickening...and it was all over the GATE!- My steps draw me closer to the prince, as my knuckles crack, my claws ring and my growls threaten.

Bular, trying to intimidate me, lowers his blades and puffs out his chest, pathetic! I can smell his shame, his anger slowly boiling to the surface. -You're overstepping your line, Commander-

I chuckle, showing my mouthful of sharp ivory teeth. I stand my ground, stretching to meet him almost face to face, letting him know I'm not afraid of a pampered brat -Scared you'll lose? Little Prince?-

-ENOUGH!- A loud roar shakes me, it is my king. Once more scolding me. -The witch has proven her worth, and as enemy of our enemy, she's now an asset to win over the King! So you better lower your voice, Commander. Or my blade will...- his growl making my torso shiver, even from afar. I could defy Bular and Morgana all I wanted, but if Gunmar the Black gave a command, my body was inclined to follow it. Wanting or not, he was still my king, and his orders are gospel.

So, I hushed, begrudgingly turning around. Like that, I kneel down, asking forgiveness for my acts, though I have no regret of my actions. -Yes, my king...- I say, bowing my head towards him. The anger still boils within me, but I try to persuade my body into calming down that anger. Not very effectively, but effectively enough to apologize -It won't happen again- trying not to bark those last words.

-It better not...- a disgusted whisper lefts his mouth before walking away, followed by Bular, the centinels, and Morgana. After it, I was left alone for a minute or two...

The apology I gave, was a not genuine one. And Gunmar knew it...

I just wonder how much time I have before he hunts me down...

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bastet-c-haddock · 7 months

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Who Strickler will have to deal with!

Lady Micté as Teca Institute's Principal and Catrina, otherwise known as La Muerte, as the Principal of San Angel High School!

Unaware the principal of Arcadia Oaks High School is a Changeling stuck in his troll form, both arrive there disguised as humans but not like other times, when they hid all traces of their original appearance. This time, they picked looks according to themselves, their relationship as sisters and as principals.

Obviously, Strickler will have the best day of his life. He is in front of two important figures of Mexican history: The glorious Catrina from Jose Posada, the immaculate satyric image of the spanish folk on Mexico. And Micte, Goddess of Death and Queen of the Underworld. He'll fanboy for hours once he's back at home with Barbara, that's for sure.

The sisters travel to Arcadia to dropoff and pick up students everytime the exchange takes place. They're there mostly to settle things and see eye to eye.

Both still retain their divine powers, so when they finally meet Strickler, after some confusion, both change to their original forms.

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What started it all...

Exchangeable Roles depending on the song.

San Angel High School's Exchange Group

Teca Institute's Exchange Group.

How the story goes...

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For Everyone reading my Cyberpunk AU and asking "Who's this Neala character?" well, here's your answer:

Neala, the Gumm-Gumm Hound, is my Tales of Arcadia Fan Character. Firstly created in 2018 as I watched Part 3 of Trollhunters and later developed further as Wizards was released.

Her first design was inspired by Draal and Nomura. Though I didn't intent to make a FanChild by that combination, I purely liked Nomura's agile sillouhette and Draal's Spiky body. Of course, at the end, I put my own spin on it and so, Neala was created.

From the start, I knew I wanted them to be a warrior, obviously this fact would make her an outcast, or at least, not a part of Heartstone Trollmarket. For a moment, there was the idea of making them a Changeling, but the idea was scraped once I had a narrative of her role on "Eternal Night"

It started out as a "New Challenger enters the fight" situation, where she would arrive umpropted and ready to face Gunmar and the Gumm-Gumms, but the "Mary Sue" approach was changed for something much more altruistic.

Redemption.

Here, the exhiled Gumm-Gumm train got going.

You can find the first version of her story HERE!

She was "Gunmar's Champion", a loyal fighter adopted and raised by the Skull Crusher as a bloodhound, but once Morgana came into the picture, giving Gunmar the power to make anyone into a mindless slave, Neala fled.

Inspired by Argh! She abandoned Gunmar as well, but instead of refusing to fight, she just fought for centuries in the shadows, helping Troll-kind in places where the Trollhunter wasn't an option, akin to Angor Rot before becoming Morgana's Champion.

Once she knew of the Human Trollhunter, she moved to Arcadia Oaks. Her mission remained the same though, protecting her kin, while also being a hidden support for the newest Trollhunter.

As much as this concept seemed good, it felt a bit...Mary Sue-esque. But at the time, I had no chance of fixing it, nor the vision to see what could be better. So, I let her rest, while still using her as a guiding force on "Dashed Hopes" my Cyberpunk AU. Where she serves as Krel's messenger and spy.

After a while, some ideas started to pop-up in regards to them. How I wanted them to be, their motives, everything. And so, I had a new backstory for them.

She was a Gumm-Gumm commander, pretty much as before, she was raised into a bloodhound by Gunmar. Previously, her personality was pretty neutral. Having some level of consciousness regarding the world outside her home. My reimagining of their personality was making them rough, stronheaded and arrogant. A soldier who knows their value, their skills and their goals, which, of course, align to the ones of their king, who they see as a role model before everything falls.

Once Morgana comes, Neala doesn't fully trust her. She's a human after all, she might be tricking their king into a trap. A suspiscion half way confirmed by the Slaving Ability bestowed into his sword. They challenged the witch, demanding her the truth before Gunmar cut it off and sent Neala to rescue Argamon.

On their way there, they thought of the implication of their king becoming a puppet to a witch. Then and there, they became a ghost, dissappearing into the night, no longer a Gumm-Gumm, but not a Pacifist either. A Renegade who would dismantle human kingdoms and tribes to return what was robbed from their kind.

For centuries, they did it. Becoming a hero for troll kind when Angor Rot became another puppet for the Eldritch Queen. But as Humans became more abundant and poweful, Neala wasn't enough to fight against them. And so, they did the minimum to keep trolls out of human sight to avoid a purge, like Arthur did in their times.

As they knew about Jim, the new Trollhunter, they were ready to hunt him down until they saw him defeat Bular. There, they saw both were on the same team, and so, Neala became a hidden ally.

In regards to their design, I cut their hair down, as well as most of the spikes, since it made their design a bit noisy. Kept their clothes short and mostly form fitting so their sillouhette was agile no matter the version.

To Read their updated story: The War is Coming ~Part 1.

Keep going!

Gumm Gumm territory was always hostile, but it has become more so since the human King started to hunt Troll-kind. Everyone is eager to grab that fleshbag and tear him to pieces, eating him is an option too, but meat is not my kind of meal if I'm being honest. Gunmar must not know though, he already has enough on his claws. War is coming, tensions are growing, and we might not be enough to face Camelot's army. We have to make each of us count on the battlefield when the time comes...

Battle after battle, we've won followers, soldiers, trolls aware of the sacrifices needed to recover what's ours, and still, not all of them join the cause.

Dwuoza has become the sanctuary for those who still want to hide, those who aren't willing to fight against Arthur. Weakness, fear, cowardness, training rips those feeling to shreds, I should know...

I was taken by Gunmar when I was a youngling, my memory of how is really fuzzy, the only thing I remember is my name. "Neala", Champion. Gunmar sticked to it and, from then on, I became his. A warrior, a conqueror with no mercy, just like Bular, his son. Still...it might be giving him to much credit.

Despite us both been raised by him, Bular's always been the one to beg for his father's praises, as if he deserved them. A soldier, and over all, a prince, should know respect is earned. Each time your weapons are weilded against an enemy, is an oportunity to proof your worth and earn respect from your King. Having said that, it's pathetic. Seeing the son of the Skull Crusher begging like a spoiled child is just pathetic. When will he learn his actions speak louder than his words? Hell if I know...

While he goes asking for his father's praises, I stay in camp, training. Handling this blades is no easy task, their iron blades and black stone handles make them a weapon able to be thrown or handled, but the ability required for them is forged by discipline, strength, aim and, not to mention, acrobatics. Those are unusual amongst trolls, just certain kinds can manage such a dynamic fighting style.

My hooves slide through the ground, each choreographed by my instict. I pirouette and jump with my tail as a balancing force against the lightness of my body and the weight of my blades. I spin them by the handle, feeling how my claws click each time the black stone hits them slightly, letting me know I'm in control. The silence of my coordination exercices is broken by steps, heavy and small steps from some group of soldiers.

Once they arrive, I could feel there were three or four cadets who stopped once they saw me on the training ring.

-Good evening, gentlemen- I say before handling my blades properly, ready for anything. -Came for a round?- I ask, confident. A challenge is always good, especially for them.

They start to garbble and mumble trying to decide if fighting me is wise. After all, they have seen me at the battlefield. I can easily face a knight squad and win without a scratch. Some time later, they wield their spears, challenging me -Very well then.- I reply as they sorround me -Better make it quick, I gotta patrol the gate- Cracking my neck before taking a deep breath. Then silence...

3...2...1!

A soldier charges at me, as I avoid, leaning to the side to they can run pass me. With a spin and a help from my blade, I spin swiftly to knock him with a kick of my hoof. As he trips into another soldier, I grab his spear with my tail to block an attack from.a third brute. Quickly, I push the attacker with my body and blades to suddenly turn and throw one, towards the last rookie, making him stop dead on his tracks. At a moments notice, I appear behind him, sweeping him of his feet with a fast sweep of my hoof. Like that, four of them were down -You still need to work on your stands! Focus your weight into your legs to ground yourselves.- some feedback won't hurt them as I pick my weapons and go to the entrance. They grunt as a response -Maybe next time- I reply, leaving the ring with a smile.

-Champion?- a familiar voice comes from behind me, Bular. I turn around and sheith my blades.

-Prince...- I answer, cold but respectful.

-My father asks for your presence. I'll take your place at the gate- he tells me, indiferent, almost a little annoyed. I nod making him believe I didn't notice his disagreement to the order.

Soon, I arrive to my king's throne room. A dark cave with a natural window that lets him know what happens in his domains. It's intimidatimg, no matter how many eons I've spent alongside the Skull Crusher inside this place, a chill still runs through my spine each time I step in here.

-You called for me, your majesty.- I say as I kneel before the black troll in front of me. He has something on his claw, admires it. Looks like some sort of mask. Despite my constant talk about being the Black King's Hound, I'm still outranked. Not only by Bular, the flesh and bone of my lord, but by the tribute brought to him shortly after me: a gray and green brutish creature in Gumm gumm armor, Argamon, the Kruuvera Champion. Who stands right beside him, like a dog waiting for orders.

As of now, I'm the only one who he speaks to.

-Commander...- the lord says to me, in his deep rough voice. It shakes every spike of my body. -I've heard my soldiers understimate your skill...- he questions me, I lower my gaze in annoyance. Though the ones from before knew who they were talking to, others aren't as wise.

-When they arrive, they tend to mock me. But they learn what is best for them in no time.- I answer, secure with a light growl. My arrogance made me stand from other soldiers, since it has pushed me to be smarter, more skillful and cunning than the rest. Some may say I am a weaker image of my lord, a shadow of his grandeur, but not one as dark as Bular is.

-I see...- he turns around and throws me the mask he was looking at. I catch it in the air, handling it so I can see it too. It resembles those often wore by the rest of the army. Dark with green highlights at the edge of each twisted horn, but this one, aside from its smaller scale, had no muzzle and no backside.

-My lord?- I ask, confused. It is small for his size, it would barely fit me. Made of black metal, yet hollow and light. Given how rough our troops were while fighting, I think this little mask won't stand a chance once push comes to shove. I look back at my King, expecting his reply.

-My son is my living image, he commands where he stands. The Butcher, the humans call him. Just the mention of him can make a batallion tremble.- growls in victory as he comes closer, speaking seriously, looking at me with his cold and lonely eye. -Argamon is our tank, a moving fortress with no fear. On any battlefield, his strength is our weapon.- signaling the brute, now behind him, as it responds to the words spoken about him with pride. -You are my top commander, my bloodhound, fierce and loyal. A lethal assassin.- even though his voice is severe, he speaks with a certain fondness. -Your presence, reputation and that helmet should make them quiver and hear your every command.- growling in triumph as I look at the metal at my claws once more. Thoughtful.

-Wear it, and you'll be my general in the war to come.- His growls become threatening. Refering to the Human King with rage and thirst for violence. But what he says, makes me jump as I realize...

Finally Arthur drew the last straw. The war is coming.

Years of tensions, of disgrace and lies have come to a climax. The time has come to reclaim what is ours...

Looking back to my lord, I nod and put on the mask, it sits on my actual horns, letting me see while darkening my gaze. I unsheith my blade, trying to look at my reflection, despite the carving at the spine of the weapon at my claw. Now, I look like one of them. Humans may think of me as a demon, and I would let them think so. I'll rip their lives to shreds until darkness consumes them, as we rise to victory.

I Look once more at my majesty's eye, he nods lightly, approving my decision. A moment later, he asks me to stay there to see Argamon train, he'll need that, more now than ever.

Some hours run by, the sparring continues when, suddenly, a messenger comes with some news from the Gate.

Bular has been captured by the King's men.

To be Continued...

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bastet-c-haddock · 7 months

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DEAR FOLLOWERS OF THE "Tales of Arcadia Cyberpunk AU", I'VE COME TO BRING YOU A NEW CHAPTER under this story's new title:

"Dashed Hopes"

The Plot thickens...

The Embassador has called upon a broken soldier and a hollow wizard. The War, its wounds and consequences will rise as two past allies reunite after years of isolation.

Ready to face the Ghosts of the Past?

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bastet-c-haddock · 7 months

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Teca Institute's Exchange Group!

For the Lunaverse AU.

As I said in the previous post of this AU. Teca would take Mexico City's Place in this AU's version of Earth. Given the city's structure in the show. (More details on that on my other Blog)

Long story short, how to adapt what happened in Maya And The Three into a modern setting? Well, politics.

LISTEN UP! Sounds weird but let me explain!

Basically, Mictlan is a God in human desguise, looking to reign over humanity by becoming president of the country and start a War. As part of his campaign, he uses Zatz as an Embassador of his values and goals, in the mean time, Camazotz is his hitman, who is slowly killing Mictlan's competition. All to keep his son out of the God of War's bad side, since he knows, as a demigod, Zatz could give Mictlan power, though not as much as Maya, the "daughter" of the last standing competitor for Mexico's Presidency.

Note: Yes, in this world, if you are mexican, you can Vote for Jorge for President. You're welcome.

Jorge, Maya's father, has hidden her divine heritage thinking it wasn't a fact she needed to know of. Of course, when she starts to notice little glimpses of her powers, things get out of hand and the truth is revealed. Luckily, Zatz, the local "bad boy" and top student is there to assist her in discovering her godly abilities.

Pichu, Chimi and Rico are Maya's best friends from school, so when Zatz reveals the whole situation to the group, they team up to stop Mictlan.

Her brothers are ALIVE AND WELL! HANGING OUT LIKE THE HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS, PLAYING SOCCER AND BEING THE BEST BOYS! NO HARM COMES TO THEM!

Micte is the School's principal, obviously a Goddess in Human Desguise who took the role to be closer to Maya. Mictlan thinks is for the sake of spying on her for his benefit, since she's the seed of his glory or his destruction.

Obviously, they don't die fighting Mictlan, but still get their roles as the Moon and Sun. Once they fall, in battle or by time, they'll take their place, protecting for ever more the world from darkness as celestials.

I...might have rewritten the story, but given I changed the time period, I thought it was neccessary.

What do you think?

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What started it all...

Excheangable Roles depending on the Song.

San Angel's Exchange Group.

Mystical Principals

How the story goes...

#fanart #art #digital #netflix #mexopolis #jorge r. gutiérrez #fandoms: the book of life #fandoms: maya and the three #princess maya #zatz #zatz prince of bats #zatz the prince of bats #maya and the three #diego luna #Lunaverse AU

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San Angel High School Exchange Group!

For the Lunaverse AU

I'm still figuring out how can I adapt the stories to a modern setting, since Maya and the Three and The Book of Life happen on two (mexican inspired) different ages: The Prehispanic Era (or something similar since we see dead Conquistador's on Mictlan's army) and the Post-Revolutionary Era (1920 - 1930). So here are some of my ideas:

San Angel would be in Puebla, which is a state close to the capital of Mexico. Even though the original San Angel is structured to be close to what Mexico City looked like once, Teca is a much more faithful portrait of such thing.

Given this info, they'll be atending San Angel High School as seniors. The three of them are 18 years old, so this year at Arcadia will be their last year before going to college.

Their story together doesn't change much. They're childhood friends, Maria then is sent to study aboard and they reunite at High School, where fantastical shenaenigans ensue, as well as some teenage romance drama.

By "Fantastical Shenaenigans" I mean: Chacal and the Bandits are a gang feared in San Angel because it is said they have (or had) a deal with the Divine Death (Santa Muerte) dus, giving them habilities and strength beyond any other gang. The School becomes the battleground for the final fight, instead of the church, and because of San Angel's victory, Xibalba and La Muerte allowed the spirits of everyone's loved ones to walk around town in the Day of the Dead. Obviously, this whole ordeal got documented on the news, reaching Uhl and, eventually, Strickler.

The truth about Chacal's gang is pretty much like the movie portrays it: Chacal once had a deal with Xibalba, who gave him the Medal of Everlasting Life. Chacal abused this power until he faced Captain Mondragon of the San Angel Revolutionary Front (Mexico's police rarely fights against Gangs) when he lost the Medal but took down most of the Front, only leaving some cowards and General Posada, the leader of the Front, alive. Of couse, the power of Chacal's army was too much to deny, so it instilled fear in the town, that's why nobody offered themselves to the Front.

Joaquin was taken under the wing of the Nuns of San Angel until General Posada adopts him. (Mind you, the nuns here in Mexico are known not only for their Eggnog, but depending on the region, they make cookies and other sweet treats, so I'm a 100% sure Joaquin knows how to cook and he's a traditional pastry chef in his free time. FIGHT ME! JIM AND HIM WOULD BE COOKING WHILE THE BOYS REHEARSE AND THE GIRLS SPARR!)

La Muerte and Xibalba are the principal and vice-principal of San Angel High School, and due to the magical situation the kids have experienced, they made a deal with Strickler at Arcadia Oaks for them both, as well as Teca Institute, to have a year long exchange each year. The purpose of this exchange is so the teens have more people to relate to when they speak of supernatural phemomenons, and given these three schools went through the ringer, sealing the deal was fairly easy.

So...what do you think?

FOR MORE LUNAVERSE, CHECK:

What started it all...

Excheangable Roles depending on the song.

Teca Institute's Exchange Group

Mystical Principals

How the story goes...

#fanart #art #digital #dreamworks #netflix #tales of arcadia #fandoms: the book of life #book of life #the book of life #joaquin mondragon #manolo sanchez #maria posada #LunaverseAU

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bastet-c-haddock · 8 months

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Training until Dawn

Spiritual Successor of this piece: Jim finally gets his Troll Markings!

I firmly believe Jim was capable of deactivating the armour once he grew comfortable with his Troll form. The boy was two years with it before the shard afterall.

Also took it as an excuse to draw him with his back facing the camera, it isn't often when I make stuff like this, so the practice is due.

#fanart #art #digital #dreamworks #netflix #digital drawing #fandoms: tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #troll jim

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bastet-c-haddock · 8 months

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"We didn't start the Fire! It was always burning since the world's been turning!"

I KNOW WHAT I SAID ABOUT ZATZ BEING THE DRUMMER, BUT THE REMAKE OF "WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE" BY FALL OUT BOY HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD THE WHOLE WEEK!

So who would better to sing it than Zatz? He's got the vibe and certainly the motive.

I think, depending on the genre, the group may roll vocalists.

What do you think?

When it's something more melodic, like a balad, Manolo would sing. Something heavier, like rock? Zatz would take the spotlight. Electronic or Dubstep? It would be a job for Krel.

If you liked this concept, you might also like:

First post of the Lunaverse

San Angel High School's Exchange Group

Teca Institute's Exchange Group

Mystical Principals

How the story goes...

#fanart #art #digital #netflix #digital drawing #fan concept #fandoms: maya and the three #zatz prince of bats #zatz #LunaverseAU

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bastet-c-haddock · 8 months

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It is DONE!

Trying something new while fullfiling a long made promise!

May I present to you: The Lunaverse!

Diegoverse?...Mexaverse?....

This AU where the boys meet and start making a band. I imagine Krel as the DJ in the back, Zatz on the drums and Manolo as the guitarrist and vocalist.

Left Douxie out cause...maybe...this might be a Krouxie au? Maybe...?

The idea of Maria, Maya, Aja and Douxie cheering for their loved ones is so precious to me.

Concepts:

Exchangeable Roles depending on the Song.

San Angel High School Exchange Group.

Teca Institute's Exchange Group.

Mystical Principals

How the story goes...

#fanart #dreamworks #digital #art #netflix #digital drawing #fan concept #fandoms: maya and the three #fandoms: tales of arcadia #fandoms: the book of life #manolo sanchez #krell tarron #prince krel #zatz prince of bats #3below #LunaverseAU

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bastet-c-haddock · 11 months

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This Story is a little concept I had in mind for months, but due to my work load I had to pospone until now.

Follows my previous ideas over the Mexican fairytales and nursery rhymes in the Shrekverse.

Link to those concepts at the end of this post.

SPOILERS FOR SHREK 3 AND PUSS IN BOOTS 2

Hope you enjoy it!

TITLE: FAR FAR AWAY'S BEST BARD AND SPY.

Far Far Away's Theatre was buzzing with music and energy, for tonight was a special night.

After traveling around the world, in search of stories to inspire his songs, the great Christopher Cricket, also known as Cri-Cri was back.

The famous bug was a star all over this enchanted land. Princesses and other fairy tale celebrities attended each of his presentations, not only because of the music and spectacle, but for the entratainment of hearing the stories he brought from across the world. Wether these were merry, or sad. Everyone wanted to know.

Especially, a certain Cat who happened to be around town, curious, as ever, about an old acquaintance of his. At his side, another cat and a small dog. The orange feline spoke, once the group stood in front of the theatre, where music could be heard escaping its walls.

"Kitty, are you sure this...cricket-guy is trustworthy?" He asked, concerned. Normally, he wouldn't ask for info on anyone, unless he was hired for a job. But those days were far beside him.

The black feline replied, smiling widely, sure of her informant "Relax Puss, no one knows anyone better than Cri-Cri."

"How can you be so sure?" Puss asked, anxious.

Kitty gave him a confident side eye "How do you think I knew about The Map?" Raising her eyebrows, smutty.

Puss looked baffled, after thinking, he asked "Wait, didn't Goldie tell you about it?" Confused.

"Of course she did, but she told me Jack Horner had it. When I tried taking it from him, I found out he didn't have it, but it was too late. That day, after he tricked me, I decided to get info on the Map and so, I discovered Cri-Cri thanks to his brother. And so, I knew who Jack sent to fetch it" confident, praising her own genius. "So, if anyone knows where's Max and what he wants with you, is him?" Gesturing with her head at the banners hanging at the theatre's entrance, which had the little brown cricket drawn, smiling and playing his leafy violin.

Puss looked at the images, concerned and nervous. Given his last encounters with Max, he had plenty to worry about, and such, needed an advantage over the rodent. With no other options, he agreed, letting himself be guided to the backstage entry by Kitty. Perrito followed suit.

Once inside, the music became louder, merrier. You could feel its vibrations shake the theatre, as if the building danced to the tunes. The steps of the dancers made the wooden floor tremble. All of those thing weren't enough to distract Puss of his predicament. Just Perrito's happy prancing were enough to pull him out of his thoughts.

"Perrito, do you...know about this Cri-Cri guy?" Confused, asuming their familiarity due to his reaction to the bug's music.

"Of course! My litter mates and I used to hear his songs! He's quite a storyteller!" He answered, dancing and hoping all over the place.

Once they found a good spot to wait for the star to finish his show, they watched the stage and the spectale over it.

In the middle of the stage, was a smaller version of the same, it was projected and magnified via a very thinly crafted contraption that allowed the crowd to watch the small cricket at a bigger scale. One close to a cat, which let him "interact" with his show better. He dances in coordination to his dancers while playing a small violin, made to emulate a leaf, its vines made up the neck.

By the cheery music and dance, it was composed to sound like Cowboy music, once you would prance to at a party. When the lyrics hit, it wasn't a joyful story, but one turned funny due to its narrator. Puss should know, it was Max's Story. Both cats looked at each other, it seemed their question was partly answered. Cristopher knew about Max.

The song continued, only to end as happily as it started, followed by thunderous applause coming from the crowd, who filled the theatre to the top. Cri-Cri bowed to his audience, extending all four of his arms, thankful for the love he's been shown. Once the applause seemed to fade a bit, the cricket spoke. Loudly and clearly.

"Thanks, beloved people of Far Far Away! It's always an honor to have you listen to my stories. None of this would be possible without you." Another round of applause followed, though shorter than the previous one. Once again, the bard spoke after the noise. "Tonight, has been an amazing night! Cheers for more nights like tonight!" A strong multilayered cheers was the audience's response. "But before we call it a night..." positioning his violin back over his shoulder, then, turning to face the royal box, where Arthur was, watching the show. "Your majesty, would you give us the honor?" The little bug asked, bowing respectfully at the Young King.

"Only if you'd do it with me, Mr. Cricket" Arthur replied, he sounded way older than Puss remembered. Sometimes he forgot how time went by, especially after leaving Far Far Away last time in search of retribution and glory.

"It'll be my pleasure!" Cri-Cri stood once more, preparing to play one last tune.

The whole theatre turned silent, expecting a queue...

A note, then a line, sang by the King and the Bard. "¿Quien es el que anda ahi?"

"Es Cri-Cri" the audience replied, perfectly coordinated "Es Cri-Cri"

"¿Y quien es ese señor?" The two vocalists continued.

"¡El Grillo Cantor!"

The orchestra finished the song, as the little showman gave his last bow. The theatre rumbled with applause, whistles and Bravos as the curtains closed.

That, was Team Friendship's queue...

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Yeah, this is only Part 1 of...many I got half written inside my head. I'm writing this in my spare time so bare with me.

If you like what you read, like it and maybe tell me what you think!

To know more about Max and Charlotte, you can read their story here:

#fanart #art #dreamworks #traditional art #fan concept #shrekverse #shrek fanart #shrek movie #shrek franchise #puss in boots #the last wish #kitty softpaws #perrito #cri cri

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bastet-c-haddock · 11 months

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!

They're forming a band!

I know I've taken my sweet bippy time but I'm back on track

okay but i would die for all three of them

#fandoms: maya and the three #fandoms: the book of life #fandoms: tales of arcadia

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bastet-c-haddock · 11 months

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Had a bit of time to spare so I'll like to thank @catboymoments for making my final team project more bareable!

Your next gen headcannons and comics make my day brighter, especially with the amount of stuff I've got going on.

As a token of gratitude and of admiration, I made this Hyacinth. Hope you like it 💜.

It isn't my best job but I have something bigger planned when all of this mess has been dealt with.

#fanart #art #traditional art #the owl house #toh next gen #catboymoments #fankid #grimwalker

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The perfect oportunity to write down what I've been narrating in my mind since "Watching and Dreaming".

Fanfic INCOMING!!

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One moment, there I was: laying at the platform, my magic draining from that Titan-awful Sygil, barely hanging onto life. My anger, boling below the surface. So many things I wanted to say to Belos, maybe and most probably while letting out every ounce of rage in battle, and yet, I could barely stay awake...That insufferable pain, a permanent sting at my arm. Seconds, turned into minutes, minutes into hours...

Then...I heard him: Hunter, the Little Prince.

"Darius!" He said, shaking me. I could tell he was in pain too. The yellow markings glowed through my blurry gaze, running from his arm to his face, like me. "Darius, please wake up!"

"Run..." I muttered, becoming weaker with each second. Months of planning, gone to waste due to Belos' lies. How I wanted to scream, to tell everyone THIS IS YOUR PARADISE, THESE ARE YOUR CROWNS AND KINGDOM! But that wasn't the moment, I think they already got the idea from our predicament. The longer I thought about it all, the more I felt that anger building inside me. More over the Little Prince, kneeling beside me, holding his arm at his side, suffering from a curse he wasn't meant to have, not yet at least. But Belos gave him the same treatment as us, a death mark. How did he dare to call Hunter his nephew? This kid didn't deserve it...none of the Golden Guards did...

"R-run...little...prince" and, like that, I faded away.

Moments later, the pain was gone.

But there was silence, shortly broken by the skull cracking open. I heard it all, but could do nothing about it, my energy was still down due to the spell.

I barely remember what happened next...

Raine, The Owl Lady, a roar and then black again.

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A puppet, really? Surviving the Draining Spell just to be turned into a PUPPET?!

I thought having my magic drained was horrifying, but nothing can compare to being trapped inside your own body, at the will of an All powerful kid.

Months passed by, months of wishing this waking nightmare would end.

And then, the day arrived.

Belos was gone, and The Collector, redeemed. All of it became a bad dream.

Looks like there was more to the Owl Lady's apprentice after all...

And there we were, at the Archives, alive and sentient once more. Pity I didn't have the oportunity to defeat Belos, but still, he's gone for good and now there's a whole Island to rebuild.

But first, I had to find Little Prince. I heard from the Owl Lady some days before all this chaos that he was safe thanks to her apprentice. Which means he traveled to the Human Realm while everything happened, so, he should be around here...

With Eberwolf at my shoulder, we look out for Hunter.

I hate to admit it, but meeting him again after months, after he saw me fading away, after all this madness, makes me nervous. Was he really safe? Was he hurt? Who took care of him? And the other kids, you know what I mean. That kid has gone through so much I...just hope he's fine.

After some minutes, I find him, hanging around and looking out for someone. Beside him, is that girl from the Coven Scouts incident, they've grown close...well...closer. She leaves and...I finally get a look at him.

Is he?...no, It can't be... I have to get closer

Approaching, my nerves want to get the best of me. But that face, his frown as he clutches his chest. Something went wrong, making my nerves turn into curiousity.

A ruffle's always done the trick, and today was no different.

"HEY!" He groans, turning around to find me and Eber

"Hello There, Little Prince" though I'm talking softly, my curiousity slowly turns into anger. Those Scars, his hair, whoever did this to him will pay for it.

"Darius..." he whispers, in awe, surprised I'm there. This kid, as the guard that came before him, can seem harsh, rude and heartless, but I've come to believe that's their response to Belos, that deep desire to be loved and validated by him. Searching love from a hollow man.

Though I want to ask him, to lash out at whoever did this to him. I can feel him, this is not the time.

Still, those stitches..yeah, that could work.

"Did you made this?" As I point as his shirt.

His face lights up, smiling widely, showing me his toothgap, reminding me once again how young he really is. "Yes! I made it!" He exclaims, happily showing me his work of art "These are wolves, they're beasts from the Human Realm. I read they symbolize protection and loyalty" looks at me once more, a slight blush tainting his cheeks "I just love them"

"I can tell, everything by hand?" I answer

"Oh, not all of it. Camilla taught me how to use the sewing contraption" He proudly says.

"Camilla?" I ask once more, curiously. Did she was responsible for his scars? Titan help her if she was...

"Luz's mom, she took us in after...you know." Bashful, his smile faded away. Whatever happened, wasn't as pleasant.

After I asked what happened while I was turned into a Puppet, he confirmed what Edalyn had told me: They were indeed in the human realm, at the Care of her apprentice's mother. Though that fact brought me some relieve, I needed to have a word with her.

Curiously enough, she was with that hack and his daughter. No surprise really, all the island knew the Youngest of the Blights was dating a Human Witch, naturally her mother would want to meet Alador at some point. Still, I glanced at Odalia, who disapproved the whole thing, but none of them minded her in the slightest, can't say it didn't make me smirk, she deserved that treatment since Hexside, I'm glad it finally happened. Not only Alador could benefit from it...

Anyway, Hunter went to fetch her as soon as I told him I wanted to speak to her. Eber was sniffing me, they've always known when my temper is about to blow, and though I was calm, they knew something could go wrong in seconds. A purr got me put of my head.

"Agh, It's nothing Eber. I just want to...clarify some things before it's too late."

A little growl, they were already scolding me!.

"No! I won't be a prick about it! I want to make sure he didn't stumble into another hag"

At last, a chirp.

"Trust me, if everything goes as it should, there won't be violence. And I hope that's the case. This suit is already filthy after the Day of Unity dissaster"

A pat, a nod, I turn around and sure enough, Hunter is coming back with Camilla behind him. Eda's apprentice really takes after her mother, doesn't she?

"Hi, you should be Hunter's father, right?" She asks, offerring her hand as a greeting. Though, the title comes as a surprise, I can't help but at least giggle at the assumption.

"Oh dear, We could say I'm his...mentor." Even if her guess is charming, I don't believe I'm ready for the title, not yet. I hold het hand, shaking it subtly "Darius Deamonne, Head witch of the Abomination Coven, though...I believe that title doesn't hold any power after today thanks to your daughter" I smirk, and, to my surprise, she smiles back, blushing bashfully.

"Yeah, I think so. Still, everyone did their part" looking at Hunter, as she cut the greeting off to pat his shoulder "Hunter always looked out for us, even when that Belos Guy took him over." Sweetly, looking at him with genuine love and care. What surprised me at first glance was Hunter's reaction, he had grown used to this affection, this kind of loving respect. He didn't flinch, he just blushed. Another thing I could relax over.

But...did she said..? "Belos?"

My little prince's smile faded once more, before holding tight to his left arm, the one holding the biggest scar on his body, or at least that I could see. A nod, his gaze avoiding mine "He crossed over with us...after a couple of months he..." a stutter, holding his arm tighter. Whatever he passed through, hurt him more than any other thing that...charlatan did to him prior.

"Oh...come on, baby" Camilla intervened, once again, lovingly putting her hands on his shoulders, comforting him. "He can't hurt you now, just...let it go" soothing, encouraging him to follow through.

He nodded, took a deep, yet shaky breath just to say "He...possesed me before coming back here. That's why...these...exist" presenting his arms to me, letting me see the damage. Each new scar running from his fingers to his face.

Silence reigned as I contemplated each mark, including the sygil. Belos had no sense of remorse, not even towards the only family he had. That crazy, manipulative, false prophet! My anger resurfaced, slowly making me imagine all the ways I could've tortured him before condeming his soul, if he ever had one, to the dark oblivion! Every once inside me wanted to find what was left of him, even if it just was to speak him some of my mind! How could he do this?!

As Bell and Eber started reacting to my boiling anger, Camila's voice broke through.

"He sacrificed himself to keep us safe, if it wasn't for him and his little bird, we wouldn't be here."

I snapped out of my anger at those words. He...took action depsite his orders, he...took a stance against Belos after all. He is indeed a Little Brave Prince, isn't he? But, that's right. His Palisman wasn't there. I was about to ask, but I could see Hunter clutching his chest again. Flapjack was his support, his friend, a loyal companion as any palisman is to their witch. He...lost it to Belos? As that thought ran through my mind, Bell reacted, separating from my hair, indicating me to help them get to Hunter.

"Bell...?" I asked in a hushed voice. They answered instantly, letting me know Flapjack was in there, inside Hunter. Explaining me his red cardinal of a Palisman gave his life for Hunter's. Once I understood, I let Bell get to their desired location, which, turns out to be on top of the hand this kid had on his chest, as if giving him and the brave little palisman a hug. Needless to say, the three of us were surprised, but by different reasons. As Hunter laughed, so do Camilla and I, letting the tension slide.

"It was time you both met each other" I say, calmly ruffling Hunter's hair, before directing to Camila. "I must thank you for looking after him. Before all of this, he had it...rough, to say the least. Specially due to Belos, but if it took a storm to show Hunter what a real home is, it was worth it."

She looked at me, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, then, a giggle followed "It was nothing, he's such a good kid. Though he didn't spoke of his past back home, he always spoke of you. And now I can see why."

I'm not easily surprised, but that last line. It really took me off guard.

"I may not know the whole story, but I can tell you mean a lot to him. And I believe, he means a lot to you too. So, let me thank you for being here for him. He deserves it"

She smiles, and I smile back. Hunter, Bell, Eberwolf and me are here, for him and each other, aren't we a strange little family?

Even still, Camila is right...

"Yes, he does"

love how darius is just asking hunter about things that make him happy but he had to have noticed the new scars and lack of flapjack. like.

i wonder what’s going through his head

it’s giving contained rage

#the owl house #toh spoilers #watching and dreaming #darius deamonne #hunter noceda

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