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douxie-casperan · 4 years

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There's one thing in particular that always struck me about Wizards and while grabbing various gif sets to eventually unleash on my queue here and that is how close Archie and Douxie's relationship is. It sounds silly almost given we only have ten episodes with the pair of them together yet it reveals so much of their dynamic and I absolutely love it.

You watch them and you don't question at all that these are two beings who have known one another a (Very) long time from the very first episode from how easy they bounce off one another even when things are going pear shaped. Archie rightly berates Douxie for using him as bait when he mis-identifies the mephit but when it starts getting loose? He gently pokes him to notice, never raising his voice and actively lets him try to handle it by himself until he gets pinned finding the right spell needing his intervention to blast it off before he actually gets harmed. The fact present!Douxie and Past!Archie can fall back into step with one another so easily says an awful lot as they've been together a fraction of time they will do showing the strong bond was well established possibly even before Merlin showed up. In Teny's art of a far younger Douxie, we got this little hiss spit cat defending his charge who is still shook up after having swords pointed at him keeping his own true nature hidden for both their sakes.

I honestly suspect Archie is where Douxie gets at least some of his cutting level of sass from as he's absolutely relentless in who he decides to roast, even Merlin is free game which Douxie only tended to when his annoyance at the elder wizard got the better of him and he felt "safe" enough to do it without falling back into old habits. They freely tease and snark one another too, there's a moment very easy to miss after the Slorr milking which Douxie gives Archie a waft of the milk and grins at the (Expected) bad reaction or Archie shoving Douxie off Claire when he got a biiiit too aggressive in checking she was okay. This comes from somebody who you know and trust if you overstep they'll nudge you back in the right direction without making a whole drama about it even if one might end up chewing the other's arm in the process.

There's a moment while talking to Arthur too when trying to get the siblings to reconcile namely:

"You're lucky you've got one, closest I ever got was him."

While it's partially played off for laughs given the hairball there's equally no lie there. His relationship with Merlin (Particularly at this point where he's still being routinely dismissed) is incredibly complicated but Archie? He knows they'll always have each other's back no matter what. Even Past!Douxie seemed to think it was fine that Archie should hang out with his older self and whatever the heck they were up to with this entire time mess while Archie was still keeping an ear out for him. After all, it was HIM that sprang to mind first when the explosions started rocking Camelot, not Merlin, his loyalties are to his own wizard first and foremost. Douxie acts very much the same yanking him away from the Mephits and much later protecting him when he essentially went supernova after Merlin was shanked so he didn't get caught up in the blow back either by magically shielding.

Much like certain Trollhunters, we protect each other.

Then you get the physicality of their relationship. For somebody who professes he is not a cat when Douxie is emotionally wrought he's not above blatantly purring and winding through his legs, being a literal lap cat/dragon, having head scratches or pressing their heads together when they really did nearly lose him. This kid is likely touch starved to heck because of his upbringing (Not to mention the final first hug thing...) but is never short of love or affection whenever he needs it. There's the casualness too in the form of Douxie sweeping up Archie so he can wander onto his shoulder without making anything of it and it generally appearing to be his favourite perch spot. Nothing is said, it just happens because of how in sync they are. Archie tends to get more cuddly himself when he's distressed about his partner to the point of literally mobbing him to make sure he's okay.

Douxie might be the one who more blatantly wears his heart on his sleeve but some of it certainly rubbed off as far as he's concerned.

A smaller thing we don't get to see quite as much is just how well the pair work together when things are serious. Douxie was originally on the streets and that adaptability shows up in how he uses magic and tries to approach situations where the answer is not immediately obvious and that tendency bounces off Archie's shapeshifting to utilise him in street trickery or buying Claire time against the Order. They don't step on one another's toes, quite the opposite in fact, they springboard off one another knowing their strengths to achieve what they set out to. Sure it might spiral out of control! But that just adds excitement to proceedings if anything, when they're both serious they are truly a force to be reckoned with as Morgana found out. Wizards do not make mistakes after all, they make unexpected possibilities.

Whenever I tag these two together it's always Dynamic Duo for a reason, there is not a force on earth that could break the bond they've made and unlike Merlin Douxie constantly has somebody there should he ever start falling into the same detachment to pull him back again.

Meow.

#History in the making - Headcanons #Tales of Arcadia #Wizards #Dynamic duo #ToAWizards #They won't remember me #[It's shorter than my last ramble but it IS still a ramble]#[I apologise for any typos I'm very tired]#[And cold]

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writings-of-a-daphodil · 4 years

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 13 Deleted Scene

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 13: Deleted Scene summary: After you help out Mindy you still don't get your day off. Instead you've got to help Toby find Glug.

A/n: So, This takes place after they get the repellant and after Y/n goes Mindy's. It takes place during Arcadia's Most Wanted.

You spent eight hours at Mindy’s, painting repellents on her walls. Over the time you had pretty much exchanged life stories and you would almost call her a friend.

Now you were at work. It had been a while since you had been in, but you had to go eventually. You couldn’t stay on leave forever.

It was actually kinda nice to just do mundane work. You felt calm just waiting tables. However, all relaxing things must come to an end. You hung up your apron and made your way to your car, but you were distracted by seeing Toby driving a police car.

You gave him a ‘what do you think you're doing’ look and watched as detective Scott ran after him. You didn’t think it could get any worse, but then Toby crashed the car into a lamp post. You just stood there in mild shock with Detective Scott as Toby ran away.

You sighed, there went your night of binging that new show.

“Detective!” You called out, walking over to him. You had to make sure Toby got away. You remembered getting a text from Jim earlier saying that one of the trolls had gone missing and was behind the recent crime spree. So, with that knowledge you deduced that while Toby had been looking for the troll he had gotten arrested.

“Y/n, you know that Domzalski kid, do you have any idea what he has gotten himself caught up in?” Detective Scott asked.

“Toby causing trouble? That just doesn’t sound right. He’s such a good kid!” You exclaimed, going to stand in front of the detective. You honestly had to admit ever since Jim had become the Trollhunter you had become a phenomenal actress.

“That’s what they all say,” Detective Scott mumbled then he turned to you. “Well, have a good night Y/n.”

You smiled, knowing that you had bought Toby enough time to escape. “You too.”

You watched him investigate some tire tracks that led into the sewer as you walked to your car. Once you were inside you called Jim.

“So, when were you gonna tell me Toby was arrested? Hmm?”

Jim laughed nervously. “Hey, Y/n. I just didn’t want to bother you on your night off.”

“You’re lucky they didn’t call mom or Mrs. Domzalski,” you said.

“I know, you’re right. Anyways, Toby is with us now and we are going to find Glug.”

“Okay, good luck. I’ll do my best to help.”

“You too and stay safe.”

You smiled. “I will.” You turned on your car and watched as detective Scott hopped into the sewer.

You knew that he was doing his best to help Arcadia and that Toby was going to be safe, but you also knew you had to help out. So, you drove over to the bookstore. Maybe Douxie could help you find Glug before problems ensued. Detective Scott could not be allowed to find the troll.

Just as you got out of the car and were about to knock on the door you remembered that Douxie was working at the cafe. You sighed, resigning yourself to finding Glug on your own. Just as you were about to hop back into your car, Archie jumped in front of you.

You yelped. “Hi, Archie.”

“Greetings Y/n, if you're looking for Douxie he is at the cafe,” the framilier informed as he licked one of his paws.

“Thanks Arch, but I only came to see if he was willing to help. I don’t need to bother him at work,” you said, unlocking the car.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance. It gets pretty boring with Douxie gone and I don’t have much to do.”

“Maybe you can help,” you considered him for a moment. “Could you turn into a Bloodhound? I need to find someone.”

“I suppose, who do you need to find?” Archie asked, getting into the passenger seat.

“A troll named Glug, she went missing and apparently she’s been stealing a ton of stuff. I don’t know many details, but I need to find her,” you explained as you drove to Glugs tub. You would need Archie to get the scent.

The two of you arrived to see NotEnrique and Glug drinking. You scowled at the two of them.

“I know you're living on the streets right now, but that doesn’t mean you can steal from humans. You also can’t just disappear, what if Gunmar had found you?” you scolded, but Glug just looked confused.

NotEnrique finished his drink and set down the cup. “Glug didn’t do nothing.”

“What do you mean?” Archie asked, hopping onto your shoulder.

NotEnrique leaned towards Archie studying him. “Whoa, I didn’t know you had a framilier, Y/n.”

“I don’t, he’s my friend’s framilier,”

“Friend,” NotEnrique teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Just answer the question.”

“Glug hasn’t stolen anything, she was just out gettin’ ingredients for more Glug,” NotEnrique explained.

“Hmm,” you considered what he said then you looked at Archie. “What do you think.”

“Well, obviously there’s another culprit and they aren’t a troll,” Archie theorized and you nodded.

“That makes sense.”

Archie nodded. “Now to find out who the other culprit is.”

“You’re still up for hunting criminals with me?” You asked.

“With Douxie it’s mostly fighting daemons and monsters or running errands that Merlin left us, I never get to be a detective.”

“Archie and Lake Detective Agency, open for business,” you joked as you walked back to the car. The two of you got in and you drove to the vespa place. You got out of the car and opened the passenger for Archie, but instead a black Bloodhound hopped out.

“Okay, don’t get mad, but you are the most adorable bloodhound ever!” You exclaimed.

“I’ll accept the compliment,” Archie said as he began sniffing around. You silently watched him do his work and he eventually came back over to you.

“The thieves are a group of humans,” Archie concluded.

“Now that you have their scents can you lead us to their hide out?”

“Yes,” Archie walked to the sewer entrance and you hopped down into it. You and Archie stayed silent as you wandered the sewer.

It was like a labyrinth and you were glad you had Archie to lead you through it. Nevertheless you typed the turns you took on your phone.

Eventually you came across a room full of the stolen goods. “I guess this is the part where we call the police,” you announced.

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“—And that is why Douxie vowed to never milk the Slor again,” Archie was saying. The two of you had managed to direct the police to the goods and then you had left. Now you were bringing Archie home.

“Hey,” Douxie said when he saw you. “What’s up?”

You smiled. “Archie and I just found the hideout of those thieves that have been bothering Arcadia recently.”

“Nice Job,” Douxie congratulated and you beamed at him. "It's nice to see my oldest friend and my newest bonding."

The two of you both reached to pet Archie and you blushed when you brushed hands. "We may even start a detective agency," you joked.

"We'll call it Archie and Lake," the framilier added and you all laughed.

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So there you have it! This was originally 166 words, because I stopped writing it when I realized it wasn't gonna work and then I decided to turn it into this. It was really fun to write Y/n and Archie's relationship and I hope y'all liked it. and I hope y'all have a beautiful day/night and stay safe.

P.S. if you want to be on the taglist feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.

P.P.S. I'm totally open for requests on fluffy half chapters! If you have any ideas for the half chapters send them in and I'll do my best to include them.

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emachinescat · 3 years

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Lest Back the Awful Door Should Spring

A Tales of Arcadia: Trollhunters Fan-Fiction

By @emachinescat

@febuwhump day 3 - imprisonment

Summary: Sequel to my previous fic, “That I Could Fear a Door.” When Jim is arrested by the Tribunal and thrown in prison, something in him breaks again that he thought had been fixed. Suddenly, it’s like he’s back in the Darklands, reliving the worst moments of his life that seem determined to never let him go.

Characters: Jim Lake Jr.

Words: 2,223

TW: Panic attack, Depression, PTSD

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I fitted to the latch

My hand, with trembling care,

Lest back the awful door should spring,

And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off

As cautiously as glass,

And held my ears, and like a thief

Fled gasping from the house.

- From “Home” by Emily Dickinson

Jim wouldn’t go so far as to say that his life had gone back to normal after re-adjusting to life outside of the Darklands, but he had fallen into a new kind of rhythm that allowed him to live again. He was more like his old self in many ways - he smiled again, for one. He didn’t laugh as much as he used to, but when he did it was genuine, and his life and Trollmarket and school and home didn’t feel so much like they belonged to someone else anymore. He still had nightmares, but even they were coming less frequently.

His confidence was coming back, too - slowly. As his thinned, weakened frame began to fill out once more and lean muscles reformed, as cuts and bruises shrunk and changed color and finally disappeared, he felt better. More like his old self. He didn’t actively avoid mirrors anymore. He still struggled with feeling like he wasn’t enough, like he hadn’t been strong enough or brave enough or trusted his friends enough or fought back against Gunmar enough, but his bi-weekly chats with Nomura had started to break up those thought patterns, too.

It got harder, and he felt himself slipping back into old fears and feelings, when they could no longer deny the horrible truth that Gunmar had escaped from the Darklands, that he had followed Jim through. A part of Jim wished that he himself had just stayed there, that his friends would have let the bridge get buried, and that he had died there. Then his friends, his town, his whole world, wouldn't be living in the impending shadow of Gunmar’s brutal reign.

He held himself together though, mostly, because the best thing he could do for his friends and Arcadia was to work tirelessly against Gunmar’s return and fight even harder to keep the two worlds he inhabited - troll and human - safe until they could find a way to defeat the Gumm-Gumm king or send him back to hell.

He hit a very rocky patch when Draal got possessed. When he’d refused to fight his friend in the hallway of his school, when he saw those glowing, blank eyes and heard the voice from his nightmares taunt from his friend’s mouth like poison squeezed from a stone, it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to hurt Draal that he held back. He didn’t realize it until after the battle, after Draal had gone and he was alone in his room trying to process all that had happened, but there had been a small part of him that was hoping that his efforts to defend himself would be half-hearted enough for Draal to land a killing blow. It wasn’t necessarily that he wanted to die. But he didn’t think he’d be too broken up about it if he did.

But his guilt had soon been replaced with a rushing rage and determination - Gunmar had taken too much already; he would not have Draal! - and soon he was pushing forward, friends at his side, defending Arcadia and Trollmarket, searching tome after tome in Blinky’s vast collection in any ounce of spare time for a cure, anything that would save Draal.

He managed to stay strong - though if it weren’t for Toby and Claire, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, Draal and Nomura, he would have crumbled long ago - and to fight off the demons that had been raging war against his mind and soul since the moment he’d entered the Darklands alone.

That is, until he was arrested by the Tribunal on his way down to Trollmarket after a surprisingly fun day in detention. The moment Usurna’s guards grabbed his arms and started hauling him away, everything that Jim had so carefully and painfully pieced back together shattered, like he was a child who had glued a broken vase back together hoping no one would notice, but someone slammed a door too hard and the glue couldn’t hold…

He didn’t even hear Claire and Toby calling after him, demanding that he be released. He barely even registered the shocked and indignant faces of his friends in Trollmarket who watched as he was dragged between two enormous trolls, their stone-like hands completely dwarfing his arms, like he was a criminal or a traitor.

He didn’t struggle at first. He just stared ahead. He could only feel the pressure of the brutes’ paws around his arms, strong enough to break each one with the tiniest of twitches. He had been here before, felt the cold, unrelenting grip, felt the toes of his sneakers drag and catch on stone. He knew what came after.

Cages that shocked, near-starvation, pain and beatings and abuse and fear and darkness and fighting, again and again, exhausted, dying, please no, not again!

And then he was fighting, thrashing and bucking and very nearly wrenching his arms out of their sockets in the process. If the trolls holding him had fought against him, he might not even have arms anymore. And yet he still struggled, needing to get away, to be free, no more hands touching him, grabbing him, throwing him, no more bars or cages or prisons, please -

And then he was airborne, having been tossed like a bag of dirty laundry by the trolls flanking him, and his armor clanged as he hit the back of a cage in Trollmarket’s prison. Not even registering the pain in his arms or head, he lunged to his feet, metal boots slipping slightly on the slick floor of the cage, escape his only thought, his only goal, he could figure the rest out later.

With a jarring ring of metal on metal, the cage door slammed shut in his face, and he fell back, balance askew, as the cage was pulled up by a heavy chain, almost to the ceiling, before being tied off. He hung there, barely able to comprehend the swaying of his claustrophobic prison, only seeing the bars and still feeling the great hands on his arms and flashing between the small metal cage and a damp, cold cell with glowing orange bars. He tried to fight off the panic, but it already had him in its crushing grip, weighing down on his chest so heavily that he fought for breath. Why did this keep happening to him? Didn’t they know, couldn’t they tell, that he didn’t want to be here?

Jim curled in on himself as much as his armor would allow, resting his chin on the hard, cool plates on his knees. He tried to ground himself, remind himself that this wasn’t the Darklands, that he wasn’t in the hands of Gunmar, and even if Usurna did plan on executing him like he’d vaguely heard her say as he was lifted higher and higher, surely she would maintain order and keep him safe throughout the trial. Her guards wouldn’t throw him around like Gunmar’s had. And his friends would flatten anyone who tried.

His friends…

Slowly, with great effort, Jim began the arduous, perilous climb out of his own mind, flinching at the nightmares bleeding through the cracks, reaching out their dark tendrils and trying to drag him back down.

When Jim finally opened his eyes and lifted his head, it was to see that he was alone, save for the other trolls in prison, eyeing him curiously. Jim’s breath caught in his throat - where were they? How could they leave him here, like this? Alone, in a cage, caught between the present and the past and not wanting to be a part of either.

He couldn’t know that while he had been fighting to wrest control of himself, battling the delirious fog of memories, that his friends had been forcibly herded out of the room by Usurna and Vendel - Usurna because she was determined to keep a tight hold over things until the details of the trial could be sorted, and Vendel because he knew showing favoritism would only cost the Trollhunter more in the long run.

If Jim were in his right mind, fully in this world and not limping with one foot in the Darklands, he wouldn’t have thought for a moment that his friends would have willingly abandoned him. After all, they’d stuck by him at his very worst, when he’d all but lost himself and almost didn’t find his way back. They’d proven they’d do anything for him, even when he messed up. So they wouldn’t abandon him now.

But Jim wasn’t in his right mind.

He was terrified, in a limbo of things that had already happened and that he wanted nothing more than to forget and things that were happening now that had brought the past out of hiding. He wanted nothing more than to go home, to hug his mom and curl up under his blankets with his walkie-talkie and joke around with Toby until late in the night, to read comics and daydream about Claire and watch Gun Robot. He was angry, and hurt, and not sure what was real anymore. The bars of the cage loomed all around him, and were they getting closer? Were they glowing orange?

Trembling, his chest heaving with the effort it took to draw in a breath, hands and feet tingling like he’d been sitting on them all day, a high ringing in his ears and his stomach curdling like he’d just finished a glass of year-old milk, Jim folded in on himself and gave in to the darkness that was calling him, praying that sleep would come, or death, he didn’t care which at this point and it felt like he was dying anyway…

He woke up screaming. A series of clangs rent the air and ricocheted off the walls of the underground prison as his cries startled his fellow prisoners awake, and the sounds and grumbles and growls of, Keep it down, jeez almost sent Jim into another panic attack.

But his mind was a little clearer with sleep, and he sat up from where he’d been slumped, half against the floor of the cage and half against the bars. His pulse still seemed to rattle his bones, and his muscles were tense and sore - from being manhandled, but also from the intense desire to move, to run, even though there was nowhere to run to.

The nightmares had brought him perfect clarity. He realized that he had never asked for any of this: not the amulet, not the role of Trollhunter, not the constant danger he put himself in, not the pain or the trauma of the Darklands, even if he had gone in of his own free will, and not this.

Well, he’d had it. He was done. He’d put everything on the line, gone through the unspeakable, been hurt again and again, had brought back Claire’s brother, had saved his friends and Arcadia and Trollmarket more times than he could count… and where had it gotten him?

Caged like an animal, no escape, almost certainly awaiting an unpleasant death, abandoned by his friends, left alone in the dark.

He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before removing the amulet and feeling his armor peel away, leaving him small and vulnerable. There had been good times. Surely his friends hadn’t meant to leave him like this, all alone. Probably they had no choice. And often he had enjoyed being the Trollhunter. It had given him a sense of purpose, more friends than he’d ever had before, the knowledge that he was truly making a difference.

The moment of uncertainty retreated as quickly as it had encroached, and he flung the amulet through the bars of the cage, as far from his body as he could, both dreading and anticipating the moment when it would fly back to him.

He’d never had any choice.

His skin was crawling as the amulet materialized in his hands once more. He wanted to climb out of his own skin, ram himself into the bars of the cage until he somehow broke through or collapsed into a bloody pulp onto the floor. He just needed to get away.

And so, when a disembodied voice spoke out of the amulet and introduced itself as Unkar the Unfortunate and offered to take him on an It’s a Wonderful Life-themed ride through his own life, Jim didn’t even pause to think. It didn’t matter that the goal of this out-of-body expedition was obviously to get him to rethink his decision about being the Trollhunter.

He would take anything he could get, anything at all, as long as it got him out of this cage. And so he went, not expecting anything to change, fully intending to stand by his choice to stop being the Trollhunter, and truly believing that nothing he saw would convince him otherwise.

And if he was wrong, then he would just die as the Trollhunter instead of plain old Jim Lake. Either way, he thought miserably, he’d be afraid and alone.

He closed his eyes and gratefully let the amulet take him.

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liklty · 3 years

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Wizard And Sorceress - Hisirdoux Casperan | Becoming: Part 1

Plot: (Y/N) (L/N), a 17-year-old girl who has long known she was a sorceress, has been roped into her cousin’s Trollhunter adventures alongside a couple of friends.

Word Count: 1086

Warning: Nothing

A/N: Just a heads up in case you wanted to know, there’s probably going to be about four chapters of Becoming, and depending on what I decide to do, Douxie won’t be introduced until a few chapters later.

Beep Beep Beep Bee-

With a muffled groan, the palm of your hand roughly slapped the on top of your alarm clock, effectively shutting it off. You moved your head, the side of it was pressing up against your pillow as your peer over to your clock, which read 7:00. You flopped onto your back and lay there for a few moments before sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. After having to get up, you selected a fresh pair of clothes from your dresser to wear and strolled into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Once you were finished, you exited that bathroom and headed downstairs. Your gaze landed on the dining table where there was a freshly made stack of pancakes, topped with syrup and butter, alongside a glass of milk, a knife and fork, and a napkin. Noticing Jim cleaning the area in the kitchen, you were about to call over to him, but he had beat you to it.

“Hey, good morning, (Y/N)! Breakfast is ready for you, it’s on the table.” He greeted you, sending a smile your way.

You smiled and nodded at him, “Yeah, I saw, thanks! And good morning to you too! Aunty is here, right?”

“Yeah, she’s just sleeping right now.”

You sat down with a meek nod and started to eat your meal, which, by the way, tasted fantastic. Minutes passed as Jim silently placed your lunch, which had been placed in a brown bag, on the table near you before returning to the kitchen. He came out once again with a tray of food and heading upstairs.

After finishing your breakfast, you placed your dishes in the sink and packed your lunch into your school bag. Before heading to the garage, you and Jim grabbed your bags and helmets together. Just as the two of you were about to pedal out on your bikes when the garage door had risen, you saw that the trash can had been knocked over and the trash scattered over onto the driveway. Jim groaned and, with your help, cleaned up the garbage.

“Come on, guys. We’ll be late for class.” Toby told them as he adjusted his helmet harness.

“Sorry, Tobes. Busy with the lunches. One me, one for mom, one for (Y/N),” He said as he rummaged through his school bag, “And one for you.” He took a brown bag from his bag and handed it to Toby, who accepted it and shoved his face into it, inhaling deeply. He dreamily listed off the contents that were inside.

You hurriedly rode to school using the shortcut, much to your and Toby's dismay, because the three of you were late. Since you and Toby weren't the best riders, you were a long way behind Jim. You despised the bumpy road through the forest because you were afraid of falling and injuring yourself.

“No- not- the canal!” Toby stammered, his voice trembling from the bumps in the road.

“Oh, just live a little!” Jim said this as he confidently jumped into the air on his bike and landed safely.

You wondered how he managed to do that without screaming like a scared little girl.

“It’s living I’m worried about,” Toby said, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“Come on, Tobes and (Y/N)! Don’t you ever want a little more excitement?”

“I mean, I guess that would be nice…” You told them.

“See! Even (Y/N) agrees!”

Toby said nothing but grumble. You and Toby came to a halt when you approached the canal's edge while Jim immediately rode down. You dismounted and carefully walked down while Toby, without meaning to, leaned forward and slid down, then up the opposite side of the canal and went back down, halting in the middle and falling flat on his stomach. You let out a small, inaudible gasp as you dropped your bike to the side and rushed over to him, helping him to his feet.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” He smiled and rubbed the side of his face as he thanked you.

“Oh, no problem,” You said, returning the smile.

You watched Jim as he walked towards a pile of boulders and slightly tilted your head to the side, unsure of why he’s just going over to a pile of rocks, “Hey, where are you going?”

“Did… did you hear that voice?”

“What voice? Do you mean (Y/N)?” Toby asked, standing next to him as he took a look around.

As you approached to stand beside Toby, you furrowed your brows slightly.

“James Lake.” The three of you screamed and staggered back when an unfamiliar voice echoed. Jim and Toby stumbled to the ground.

“What the hell?! Did that pile of rocks just say your name?!” You exclaimed as you frantically turned your head to Jim, the rocks, and then back to Jim.

Jim crawled towards the pile and dug through it in less than a second.

“It’s a pile of K-spar. Minerals don’t talk.” Toby said as he stood up and dusted off his clothing.

“Well, this one did! You heard it! The both of you did!” You hurriedly said, both hands gesturing to the rocks.

“There’s probably just a walkie-talkie in here or something,” Toby told her as he moved to the rubble and maneuvered around some of the boulders.

You just stood by them, cautiously watching them and the rubble until you saw something blue glowing underneath a large rock. Lifting it up, you discovered that underneath it was some kind of amulet that emitted a blue light. It was a very cool-looking one at that too.

Jim also noticed it and picked it up to examine it, “Huh, it looks like an amulet,” he said, to which you hummed in agreement.

“Come on!” exclaimed Toby as he stood up and looked around. “Who’s doing this? Come out now!”

“Maybe it’s also a walkie-talky...?” You suggested, even though that idea was probably false.

Jim said softly, “Hello, I'm listening,” as you, Jim, and Toby leaned in close to see if the voice will return.

The school bell rang unexpectedly, startling the three of you.

“Final bell! Come on!”

“We’re going to become so late our kids are going to have detention!” Toby exclaimed as you guys dashed over towards your bikes.

“We can still make it!” You shouted, grabbing your bike and sprinting forward.

“I’m right behind you!”

Undenounced to you three, six pairs of eyes were watching you from the sewers.

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maribatshipper · 3 years

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Trollhunting Lantern Chapter 1

A/N: This was written down long before Wizards, about two/three years ago, so this is an alternate universe.

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The song “Hungry Like The Wolf” starts playing as two strange figures fight in the early morning light. Technically, morning shadows. They don’t touch the light.

“Yield, Trollhunter Jim!” One of the figures exclaims.

This figure is terrifyingly tall, has glowing yellow eyes, and a crimson coloured armour all around him, only revealing the glowing eyes. He has a long sword in his right hand the same colour as his armour.

The other figure, who has now been identified as Jim, replies, “A Trollhunter never yields, Venjo! I’d rather die!”

Jim is a tall creature that looks like he was once human. He has teeth pointing out of his bottom jaw, blue skin, horns on the top of his head, messy black hair, blue eyes, and red/black armour on with a sword made of the same material as his armour.

A human female with brown hair, a white streak and hairclips in her hair, reddish-brown eyes and purple armour jumps into the fray.

“& I’ll kill you if you kill him!” She exclaims.

Venjo smirks, “Terms accepted Trollhunter. Flesh-bag! This is not your battle!”

Jim smirks, “I can take him, Claire. Get out of here. Stay with Blinky.”

Claire smirks, “And let you have all the fun?’

Venjo jumps at Claire, who dodges and slams into him with her armour.

She smirks, “I gotta thank Merlin for the armour.”

Jim scoffs, “You’ve already thanked him a dozen times!”

Venjo slams into Jim, causing Jim to come dangerously close to the sunlight.

“Master Jim! Careful!” Another male voice calls.

Jim jumps away from the sunlight and slams into Venjo. Venjo gets thrown across the ground. Jim holds his sword towards Venjo.

“Your reign of terror will soon be over, Venjo!” Jim frowns.

The sunlight touches Jim’s armour, causing it to burn. Jim panics, & Venjo takes this opportunity to kick him in the face. Jim flies away, close to another beam of sunlight, with his sword in the sun. Venjo gets up, ready to run into Jim. Jim reaches into the sunlight to grab his sword, burning his hand. Claire keeps Venjo occupied while Jim shakes the sparks off his hand. Venjo hits Claire away, into the sun, which doesn’t affect her has much as it does the other two creatures.

“There is nowhere left for you to run, Trollhunter! Give me the Amulet!” Venjo yells.

Jim looks towards the circle on his chest. He jumps up a tree, trying to get away from Venjo for a short while. But every now and then, the branches snap underneath his weight. Jim stops and looks around for Venjo, when Venjo hits him from behind.

“OW! That was worse than your breath!” Jim groans.

Claire jumps on the branches too; her weight being supported more than Jim’s and Venjo’s. Venjo pushes Jim close to the end of the trees, where the sun is shining.

“It ends here, Trollhunter. It’s either me or the sun. Either way, you’re doomed.” Venjo laughs.

Claire hits Venjo away from Jim, who is burning.

“Doesn’t matter. The Amulet will find a champion. That Trollhunter will stop you and your schemes.” Jim groans.

Claire gasps as she realises what he’s saying.

“JIM! NO!” She screams as he jumps into the sun.

As he burns, he turns to stone. He smashes as soon as he hits the ground. Claire runs towards Jim’s remains.

“No! No, Jim, no.” Claire cries.

***

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An alarm goes off at 7:00 playing “Eye of The Tiger”. A girl climbs out of bed. She has brown, curly hair, blue shining eyes, and looks like she’s only 13. She sings along to the song as she gets changed. She slides to the kitchen and cooks herself some scrambled eggs. She sets the table for the rest of her family, with six plates on the table, at six chairs, then she removes a plate. She puts milk, Milo Cereal, oats, and Rice Bubbles on the table. She continues to sing. Her family comes out with a smile on their faces.

“Face to face, out in the heat

Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry

They stack the odds 'till we take to the street

For the kill with the skill to survive!”

A boy slightly taller comes out and yells, “Shut up, Scarlett!”

The girl now identified as Scarlett ignores him.

“It's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the fight

Risin' up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night

And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger!”

The boy yells, “If you don’t shut up, Scarlett, you’re gonna regret it.”

Scarlett stops, then looks at him.

“You know, if you had taste, and were a proper brother, Nick, you would be encouraging me, not patronising me for being happy. I have every right to be happy. You, Nicholas, should be happy too. But you have no idea what it’s like to be happy anymore. You don’t even know what it’s like to work at Maccas! I had to slave over a grill, a HOT grill, & clean it while it was still on!” Scarlett frowns.

The boy now identified as Nicholas smirks, “How many jobs have you had?” thinking he has the upper hand.

Scarlett retorts, “How many jobs have you kept for more than a month?”

Nicholas stumbles, and two young girls laugh.

“Thank you, little sisters. Now I must be off, to my ACTUAL and real job. Unlike your big brother here, who, A, I didn’t put a plate out for, because he needs to learn to do things himself, and B, is a freeloader.” Scarlett smirks.

Scarlett walks out the door with a satisfied smirk. She grabs her bike and sees someone.

“Hey Greeny!” Scarlett exclaims.

A girl with short red hair, a yellow shirt, blue eyes, and a few bruises rides up and sighs, “What did I say about calling me that? I’m trying to keep my secret, and if you blurt that all over town, they’ll figure it out.”

Scarlett giggles, “No one’s gonna find out, Bracha. When someone calls someone else a Greeny, they think the person is either a vegetarian or a person who cares too much for the environment. Not…”

Scarlett points to a little green ring on Bracha’s right hand.

“I get it. I just don’t like it. What if there are other people who know about them?” Bracha asks.

Scarlett sighs, “It’s fine, Bracha. Talking about Extra-terrestrial’s is all the rage now. People are even going to storm Area 51 according to the internet. They won’t find anything. It’s all been moved to Area 49b.”

Bracha asks, “What makes you say that?”

Scarlett giggles, “It’s what my Arcadian friend Eli told me before he told me that he had to study abroad in Cantaloupia.”

Bracha asks, “Cantaloupia?”

Scarlett giggles, “I believe he actually meant he was visiting an alien planet to be the human ambassador or something. Speaking of, have you visited any new planets?”

Bracha smirks, “Akaridian-5. The species there are made pretty much entirely of energy, and their hearts they call “Cores”, and if someone dies, as long as their core is intact, they can come back to life through regeneration chambers. Or that’s what I gathered from the peace treaty. Queen Aja seems to be a wonderful queen. She recognised me as being human though.”

Scarlett asks, “Are they blue?”

Bracha falls off the bike in surprise.

“How did you know?” She asks.

Scarlett hops off her bike to help Bracha up.

“I’ll show you later. Let’s just say, Eli knows two. He was surprised I was actually sixteen. He swore I was alien.” Scarlett replies.

“Scarlett...”

Scarlett stiffens.

“Did you hear that?” Scarlett asks.

Bracha shakes her head.

“Scarlett...”

Scarlett notices a few rocks. She points to the rocks and sneaks over, as if a snake were going to jump out.

“Scarlett!”

Scarlett gasps, “Rocks are saying my name. If I get a ring from digging in that, and it’s green, I’m requesting to be on your team.”

Bracha makes sure no one is around and whispers, “In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight, let those who worship evil’s might, beware my power, Green Lantern’s light.”

A green costume forms around Bracha, and a mask appears over her face. She thrusts her ring towards the pile of rocks and what appears to be a laser goes over them.

“I’m getting an energy reading, but it’s not a Lantern energy. It’s something else. It registered the stones as k-spar.” Bracha frowns.

Scarlett turns and sighs, “Take that off. Someone could see you.”

Scarlett picks up a rock to show a glowing blue object.

“An amulet?” Bracha asks.

Scarlett sighs, “I thought it would be a ring. I was hoping. So I could hang out with you more often.”

Bracha’s green outfit disappears. Scarlett looks up and sees something white in the trees, then it disappears.

“Ever get that feeling you’re being watched, but you find no proof of it?” Scarlett asks.

Bracha nods.

“Let’s go. I’m gonna be late for work. Besides, if something does happen, I’m sure we can fight them off. Or you can.” Scarlett jokes.

The girls hop back on their bikes and ride off.

Meanwhile, above in the trees, a creature with blue skin and six eyes gasps.

“It chose a female human?” He asks.

Claire sighs, “I’ll keep an eye on the green girl. You keep an eye on the new Trollhunter. I have a feeling this isn’t going to be like Jim’s time as Trollhunter.”

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Scarlett smiles, “Will that be all for today, Ma’am?”

A woman replies, “That’ll be all honey. Too much damage to my account.”

Scarlett giggles and receives the payment. As the woman leaves, someone pats Scarlett on the back.

“Well done, kid.” A guy smiles.

Scarlett replies, “Well, like you said, Jack, at Macca’s, we strive to put a smile on every seat. Correct?”

Jack smirks, “Good job. You going soon?”

Scarlett sighs, “I gotta do some mopping, but I’ll go after that. Red bucket for customer space. Right?”

Jack smiles, “Right again, Scarlett. I’m going on break. Seeya tomorrow?”

Scarlett replies, “Sure Jack.”

Scarlett washes her hands and gets the mop. She mops the customer’s area, and a familiar figure comes up behind her.

“Anything interesting happening in there?” Bracha smirks.

Scarlett rolls her eyes, “Nothing really. I barely even know anyone outside of work. They are all old enough to be my cousins!”

Bracha smirks, “That’s rich. You have, like, fifty cousins. Half of them are much older than you. And they are on your mother’s side. I haven’t even met your father’s side.”

Scarlett smirks, “You & I both, kiddo.”

Bracha frowns, “I hate that nickname.”

Scarlett giggles, “I call everyone that looks young kiddo. Especially if they are younger than me. Like you.”

Bracha sighs, “Alright, Alright. But I still don’t like the name.”

Scarlett rolls her eyes and sighs.

“I’m done my mopping. I have other work to do. Seeya later, Greeny.” Scarlett smirks.

Bracha sighs, “Don’t call me that.”

Scarlett walks away and notices a young girl sitting down with a white stripe in her hair. It reminds her of Disney’s Princess Anna. Scarlett continues walking into the staff only area. She goes into the staff break room, where her workmates are having fun on their breaks.

“Is she still following you around, Scarlett?” A girl with blonde hair asks.

“She’s my friend. I’ve told her she can stay around as long as she doesn’t come into the staff area and doesn’t pick any fights. Besides, it’s safer when I ride home.” Scarlett replies.

A tall guy sighs, “Well, it’s none of my business, but a girl seems to have taken an interest in the two of you.”

Scarlett sighs, “Who, Caillou?”

Caillou replies, “A customer. Her name is Claire. She’s got a white stripe in her hair.”

Scarlett frowns, thinking.

“Could she know? No, she couldn’t know. Or maybe she does know Bracha’s Identity. Maybe that’s why she was looking at us.”

Scarlett sighs & realises her shift is almost up.

“Got to go, guys!” She smiles.

“Seeya later, Strange Scarlett.” Everyone smiles.

Scarlett laughs as she goes & grabs her bag. She shoves a jumper on so people know not to go to her for food now. She signs out & walks into the customer area.

“Scarlett! You ready to go?” Bracha calls.

Scarlett sighs, “Sure.”

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Scarlett frowns, deep in thought while riding.

“You okay, Scarlett?” Bracha asks.

Scarlett answers, “Yeah... I’m fine. It’s actually about a customer. I’ve been told she took an interest in us. She had a white stripe in her hair. Funny thing, I could’ve sworn I saw her in the forest, but no one was there.”

Bracha stares at her ring.

“Well, maybe the ring went haywire and didn’t see her.” Bracha suggests.

Scarlett smiles, “Well, we gotta split now. Seeya, Bracha. Good luck with the GLs.”

Bracha smiles, “Call me if that thing does anything.”

The girls split up and go to their separate houses. Scarlett opens the door and walks in.

“Hey, Scarlett!” Her father smiles.

“Hi Dad! How were the busses in Brisbane today? Anything special?” Scarlett asks.

Her father says, “Just your normal day. There were a few grumpy customers. I met a weird old man. I think he was at a costume party. He had armour on.”

Nicholas comes in and says, “Hi, Michael.”

Scarlett gasps, “That’s Dad to you!”

Michael sighs, “I’ll deal with it, Scarlett. How about you tell your mother about your day?”

Scarlett smirks. She knows not to get her Dad angry. She walks into the loungeroom.

“Hi Mum. How was Joshua today? Did he give you a hard time?” Scarlett asks.

Her Mum says, “Not really. He was actually quiet today. And you know that’s hard for your brother.”

Scarlett nods.

“Hey, Heather, where are the Wasabi nuts?” Michael asks.

“In the pantry!” Heather answers.

“I’m gonna put my stuff away.” Scarlett smiles.

“Alright honey. Your dad and I have to visit someone. Can you take care of your sisters tonight?” Heather asks.

Scarlett answers, “Sure Mum. As long as Face-ache is gone before you go.”

She walks to the room she shares with her sisters.

“Scarlett’s home!” The youngest exclaims.

“Hi, girls. Oriel, did anything happen today?” Scarlett asks.

The girl with sandy blonde wavy hair replies, “Sophie wanted to hang out. But since Nicko’s here...”

The girl with straight brown hair growls, “I really want to-”

Scarlett sighs, “Crystal, I know what you want to do, but it’s not that simple. If he hurts you again, do all you can to fight back. Just use a broom to whack him. By the way, I’m in charge tonight.”

Crystal frowns.

“Ring-ring-ring, Ring-ring-aling. Ring-ring-ring, ring-ring-aling. Get your phone! When someone calls. Get your phone!”

Scarlett answers the phone.

“Hello.”

“Has it done anything yet?” Bracha’s voice asks.

Scarlett sighs, “Nope. Nothing yet.”

Bracha asks, “You’ll tell me when it does something, right?”

Scarlett giggles, “Yes. Should I Pinkie Promise to ease your worries?”

Bracha sighs, “Alright.”

Scarlett rolls her eyes, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, Stick a cupcake in my eye I will tell you when it does something.”

Bracha giggles, “Thanks. I’ll ask tomorrow. Got to report in for the corps.”

Scarlett smiles, “Got it, Bracha. TTYL!”

Bracha hangs up.

“She still a Lantern?” Oriel whispers.

Scarlett’s sisters are the only other people that know about Bracha’s secret.

“Of course. It’s rare to be fired from her job. She’s still one of them.” Scarlett smiles.

“Girls!” Heather calls.

All the girls run towards their Mum.

“It’s time for us to go. Scarlett, you’re in charge while we’re gone.” Heather smiles.

Crystal hugs Mum & Dad first and gives them both a goodbye kiss. Oriel gives them a goodbye hug.

“What? No kiss?” Michael asks.

Oriel exclaims, “Yukky!”

Everyone giggles. Scarlett gives them a hug & a kiss.

“Seeya later guys.” Scarlett smiles.

Michael and Heather walk out the door. Scarlett’s sisters almost immediately run to the TV. Scarlett pulls the Amulet out of her pocket.

“What exactly are you?” Scarlett whispers.

Suddenly, all the girls hear a crash in the basement. They see Joshua is sitting on the couch. Crystal and Scarlett grab brooms and Oriel stays with Joshua. Scarlett opens the door and walks down with a torch in her mouth. Crystal stays behind in case something comes up behind Scarlett. Scarlett holds her broom like one would a katana.

“I hope it’s not snakes.” She mumbles.

She goes over to a pile of boxes and looks behind it. She notices strange footprints on the floor. Meanwhile, something comes up behind her.

“Lady Scarlett!” It exclaims.

Scarlett turns as fast as she can and whacks the creature with the broom. She now sees it has six eyes.

“Ow… Master Jim wasn’t so violent on his first encounter.” It comments.

Crystal comes down and goes to hit it when Scarlett grabs Crystal’s broom.

“Before we start attacking, and sorry, it was instinct, what are you?” Scarlett frowns.

The creature smiles, “I am Blinky. A troll. And you, Lady Scarlett, are the Trollhunter.”

Scarlett and Crystal exchange glances, look back at “Blinky”, then laugh. Blinky frowns in confusion.

“Sorry, Blinky. We just had to get that out of our system.” Scarlett smiles.

Crystal grips the broom again and goes to hit Blinky. Blinky winces when Scarlett grabs the broom, again.

“As you can see, Crystal’s prone to hit things that she doesn’t understand. I have adapted after living with her for thirteen years. Now, better explanation please before she hits me.” Scarlett asks in a deadpan voice.

“You have to fight evil trolls.” Blinky replies.

Crystal seems happy with this answer, then runs upstairs.

Scarlett sighs, “I’ll grab a mattress.”

She pulls a mattress out from behind some other boxes and puts it near the stairs as Crystal pulls Oriel and Joshua downstairs. Joshua acts like nothing’s different, and Oriel screams, promptly fainting on the mattress.

“You need to go before my parents get home. Either that, or get another beating, only from my mother. GET!” Scarlett orders.

Blinky leaves.

***

Scarlett throws water on Oriel, and Oriel gasps.

“What was that for?” Oriel coughs.

Scarlett replies, “Simple. You fainted after seeing a troll. Crystal’s fault. She showed him to you. If I end up hanging out with him, getting rid of evil trolls, you two have to cover for me. Especially you, Crystal.”

A knock is heard upstairs.

“Mum and Dad!” Crystal gasps.

Scarlett orders, “Not a word. Oriel, shower.”

They run upstairs. Scarlett prays it’s not Nicholas. Oriel runs to the bathroom and the others finish running to the door. They open the curtain to see-

“Nicholas. I jinxed it!” Scarlett mumbles.

They open the door and scowl.

“What are you doing here, you monster? Didn’t Dad tell you that if you’re not back before Eight, don’t come back at all?” Scarlett asks.

Crystal growls in a growl that sounds like a lion’s growl.

Nicholas scoffs, “You’re not Dad.”

Scarlett feels her face go red in anger when suddenly, Crystal jumps on Nicholas and pulls his hair out, little bit at a time. Scarlett stares in shock when Oriel comes down, shower finished, and stares, slack-jawed.

“Is Crystal…?” She asks.

Scarlett nods, “Uh huh.”

Oriel pulls Scarlett’s phone out and records the ordeal.

“This is going to be awesome.” Oriel smiles.

“What is going on here?” everyone hears a voice asks.

Oriel stops the recording and hides the phone while Heather and Michael stare at Crystal and a boy that looks like a jigsaw puzzle with a few pieces missing.

“What did you just do?” Heather freaks out.

Michael just stares in shock.

“Uh… Mum, Dad, He had it coming for eight years. She’s done enough for both of us.” Scarlett sighs.

She pulls Crystal away from Nicholas and takes both of the girls to their bedroom, and collapses on the floor.

“This day went from normal to the craziest day I’ve ever had in my sixteen years of living. And I bet this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

***

Nicholas comes back from the hospital, with his face and left arm in a cast. Heather walks upstairs and sits on the bed.

“I’m very disappointed in you girls.” Heather sighs.

Crystal frowns, “I’m sorry Mum. But he deserved it after all that he did to us!”

Scarlett keeps quiet, feeling ashamed.

“I know, but it wasn’t right. I know you have… issues, honey, but you should not do it. Scarlett, I know you were in shock, but please, take her off next time.” Heather frowns.

Scarlett nods. She walks over to the window and stares out.

“I understand Mum.” Scarlett frowns.

“I hope you all will be more responsible in the future.” Heather sighs as she walks out.

Oriel facepalms, “I can’t believe we let this happen.”

Crystal frowns, “Not my fault. He had it coming for years!”

Scarlett just continues staring out the window, a blue glow emanating from the amulet she now has in her hand.

“We have bigger fish to fry now. Like what showed up in our basement.” Scarlett whispers.

The girls stare at Scarlett.

“So, what do we do, Trollhunter?” Crystal smirks.

Scarlett giggles. It’s funny how her family can be upset and angry one second, then can be happy as Larry the next.

“Well, first, I need to find out more about this thing. It seems to be connected to Blinky. I have a plan.” Scarlett smiles.

Oriel frowns, “What are you doing?”

Scarlett whips out the phone.

“Hi, you’ve reached Bracha. Unfortunately, I am unavailable at the moment, but I will call you back as soon as I can. *Beep*”

“Hey, Bracha. Big news. I have to tell you something in person. One question I have to ask though. Ever heard of a Trollhunter?” Scarlett says into the answering machine.

***

Scarlett looks at her glow-in-the-dark watch and sneaks out the window. She looks at her sisters as they put pillows under her blanket. Scarlett gives them a thumbs up and walks as far as she can down her yard. Living in the middle of nowhere gives you a fairly big property to live in. She stops near the dam. She never goes this far from fear of snakes. Especially at night. She looks at the Amulet, which is glowing blue. A language comes up, which Scarlett finds familiar. Maybe Japanese or Chinese. It changes to another language, and another, then English.

“For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is Mine to command.” Scarlett reads.

A few blue lights start going into the left side of her chest, and she floats into the air. Armour appears around her, which is slightly bigger than herself. The Amulet is right where the blue lights went. The armour glows blue, then changes its size so it fits perfectly.

“Awesome. Now my sisters will want one.” Scarlett laughs.

She holds out her hand and as another blue light goes into her hand, putting a sword in her hand, only slightly bigger than she can hold. It drops to the ground, making her groan in pain.

“I hope it works for this sword too.” Scarlett sighs.

The sword slightly shrinks to fit Scarlett’s muscles.

“Much better. So this is what that guy meant.” Scarlett giggles.

She waves the sword around and gets it stuck in a tree. She relaxes, then the armour and sword disappear, and the amulet falls onto the ground.

#Trollhunters #Green Lantern #Tales of Arcadia #DC #Crossovers #OC insert

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tinybitofme · 5 years

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Regression Profile Update

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Copy/paste, complete, and tag 5 people. Please tag me @princetkitten if you do it, so I can know more know more about my little friends~ 😃 Have fun with this! You can add pictures, new categories, etc. & Feel free to be vague about parts you’re not comfy with!

My Regression Profile:

I was tagged by: @princetkitten

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Nickname(s): Tiny kitty, kitten, princess

Age: 19

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual orientation: demi 💜

Romantic orientation:

Relationship status: single 😊

Location: Germany

Little/middle/regressor/dreamer/other: age regression/ little

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Follower count: 2625 amazing people 💙

Favorite color: Baby Blue 💙

Favorite stuffie: Philly! His full name is Philadelphia and I’ve had him since I was 8! Lookie!

Favorite little activities: colouring, tea parties and watching cartoons!

Top 3 little shows: Miraculous , Lilo and Stitch and Trollhunters

Top 3 little movies: Mulan, Kiki’s Delivery Service and Peter Pan

Top 3 little books: umm... they’re not in English but any of the Safari Stories series!

Top 3 little apps: The smurfs game, Love Nikki and Recolour

Top 3 little video games: Pokémon, Super Mario and Spyro

Favorite little gear: Stuffies, sippy and my phone

Favorite drink: choco milk

Favorite snack: animal crackers

Favorite meal: chicken nuggets with mac’n’cheese on the side!

Favorite dessert: Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food or Haagen daz triple chocolate!

Favorite memory: painting Disney characters on the walls of my old room with my sister! It was the most fun ever and the walls looked so pretty after!

One year goal: start uni and make some fun memories!

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hantheheart · 5 years

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A Boy and His Dog: A TrollHunters AU

Chapter 1

On his 5th birthday, James Lake Jr’s father left him and his mother behind. His reasons were unclear and rumored to have been the result of an affair.

On his 7th birthday, the local shelter delivered a small kennel with his name on it. The letter attached claimed it was from his father. A final farewell, it said.

The letter addressed to Barbara explained it was actually from his uncle, Jim Lake Sr’s older brother. A last ditch effort to give the boy a good final memory of his father after waiting 2 years for him to come around.

Inside the kennel, a 2 month old border collie-golden retriever pup with the brightest, bluest eyes Jim had ever seen and a dark golden coat that reminded Jim of his mother’s nicest silk blouse.

He named her Lacey for the lace ribbon attached to her collar.

She followed him everywhere: She waited at the door when he left for school and was there when he got back; she sat beside him at the kitchen table; she had as much trouble as he did getting on his bed (his mother didn’t want her on the bed, but he loved burying his face into her fur.); she walked beside him when he and Toby went to the park.

When he was 12, Steve Palchuk shoved Jim into the canal and he broke his leg. Steve and his friends didn’t even get to laugh at him before Lacey had bitten the bigger boy’s leg hard enough to break through his jeans and skin. The three ran off screaming as Lacey scurried down the cement slope to the sobbing child. She curled up beside him and licked his face till someone finally spotted them while walking on the bridge above.

He spent 2 and a half months with a cast that every kid in school but Steve and his lackeys signed. Lacey whined at him every time he tried to walk until it came off, then licked his leg till he cried from laughing, then she licked his face.

When his mom decided he was old enough to go out on his own, Lacey followed him and Toby anywhere they rode their bikes to. It became a normal sight to see the gold and white pup outside the school, the library and the clinic when Jim visited his mom at work.

Where Jim Lake Jr went, Lacey would follow.

Not even destiny could keep a dog from her boy.

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Jim wakes to the radio playing the same old station and groggily slaps the off button. Taking a moment to wake, he gets up to get dressed. Lacey yawns and stretches, watching sleepily as he moves about the room. Shirt, pants, jacket, socks and shoes, a quick brushing of his hair and one joking attempt to brush the fur atop her head into some silly style later, they head downstairs, a spring in Jim’s step.

She sits at her usual spot by the entrance to the kitchen as Jim goes about cleaning and whipping up lunch for himself and Toby, as well as dinner for his mother when she finally wakes up.

Lacey whines and walks over to paw at his leg, eyes big and pleading. Jim chuckles and reaches down to rub the dog’s ear between his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I remembered to pack something for you.” To prove his words, he pulls a treat from the box on the counter and tosses it into the air. Lacey is quick to jump up and catch the little bone-shaped biscuit.

An omelet is quickly whipped up in true Jim Lake fashion, then he heads to the stairs with the tray of breakfast, Lacey going on ahead of him to nudge the door open.

She heads back downstairs as Jim does a quick cleanup and tucks his mother in properly. Slipping her way into the garage, the dog finds her boy’s helmet hanging off his bike’s handlebars and carries it by the straps to the bottom of the stairs.

He comes down with a soft smile that broadens at the sight of his dog wagging her tail faster at the sight of him. He takes the helmet, patting Lacey’s head as he puts it on.

“Thanks Lacey.” She yips and leans into his touch happily. Lacey happily trots over to the garage door and watches Jim glance from his magazine of Vespas to his beat up old bike. He sighs and sets the magazine down, moving to pick up his bike.

The garage door is barely open before Lacey squirms her way outside and trots over to Jim’s best friend.

“There’s a good girl!” Toby grins, leaning down slightly to rub the dog’s face between his palms. They both look up as Jim huffs about raccoons raiding the garbage again, but Toby quickly turns his attention back to petting the happy pup, cooing at her about how she was such a good girl.

“We’re late for school, Jimbo!” Toby says, turning and picking his bike up, giving Lacey a final pat for the morning.

“Sorry Tobes,” Jim says as he sets the trash can back up. “Busy with the lunches.” He tosses a milk carton up, nearly missing. “One for me, one for mom, and-” Jim reaches into his bag and produces a little brown bag, which Toby takes with a excited grin. Lacey yips and walks around Jim’s legs with her tongue lolling, panting happily.

“Ah!” Toby takes a deep whiff. “Mmm, balsamic mushrooms, meatloaf, chunky, sun-dried tomatoes.” He peeks into the bag.

“And cardamon.” Jim says, rolling his bike on past, glancing down with a light laugh at Lacey staying right beside him.

Toby ‘ooh’s in surprise. “Takin’ a chance there, Chef Jim.”

“What’s life without a little adventure?” Jim looks back as he steps up on his bike.

The two start their usual bickering about Toby’s “diet” so Lacey’s attention wandered, dropping into her chase pose of rear in the air as her sights settle on a butterfly on the front yard. She hops over and swipes at it, yipping excitedly as she bounces back and forth.

“C’mon Lace!” Jim calls as he starts off down the road. “We’re gonna be late!”

“We’re already late!” Toby corrects, trying to catch up.

Lacey spares a last glance at the butterfly, then bolts off after, barking. She breaks into a sprint, cutting across a few yards to catch up with the boys.

“Take the canal, Tobes!” Jim calls, taking the beaten dirt path with a quick turn. “It’ll save us five minutes!”

“N-n-n-not the ca-nnaaaaallll!” Toby’s voice distorted by the bouncing of his bike on the rocky path. Lacey sprints on past him, barking loudly as if to encourage the boy.

“Oh, live a little!” Jim calls before jumping over an oddly placed ramping of the path.

“It’s living that I’m worried about!” Toby calls, huffing as he looks from his best friend to the over excited dog letting out a howl as she jumps over the same ramp.

“Come on Tobes! Don’t you ever want a little more excitement?” Jim grins as Lacey catches up to him, running alongside him with legs moving so fast they blur.

Toby chuckles dryly and shakes his head slightly. “No!”

Jim grins and pedals even faster, jumping over the edge of the canal wall. The world almost stands still as he basks, just for a moment, in the feeling of weightlessness as he and his bike almost hang in the air before dropping about half way down the side and skidding to a stop at the bottom and looking back to wait for Toby.

Lacey is quick to slide down the side and then trot up to Jim with a bark. He knows she can’t technically, but he swears she’s smiling as he ruffles the top of her head.

“Come on Tobes!” Jim calls, attention being quickly diverted as a distorted voice calls out his name from some… oddly placed pile of stones that definitely didn’t come from the canal.

Dog and master pay no mind as Toby comes flying down the side, screaming. Jim slowly sets down his bike as Lacey puts herself between him and the odd pile, ears back and growling softly in the back of her throat.

Jim glances back as Toby finally stops, falling flat on his face before removing his helmet and slowly approaching the pile. Lacey whines and hurries to stay as close to his side as she can without tripping him up.

“Tobes. Hey, Tobes. Did you hear that voice?” Jim asks, the other boy jogging over.

“What voice?”

As if on a cue, the voice calls Jim’s name again, loud and haunting, surprising all three. Jim and Toby yelp, falling onto their bottoms. Lacey yelps and bolts behind Jim, whining loudly and nudging his shoulder with her nose.

“That!” Jim quickly crawls back to the pile. “That-that pile of rocks knows my name!”

“It’s a pile of K-spar! Minerals don’t talk!” Toby points out, quickly crawling over as well. “There’s gotta be a walkie talkie or something in here!”

Jim picks up some of the rocks, looking at them curiously. Suddenly, he notices a bright blue glow under one rock. He carefully removes the rock. A bright, glowing, odd looking device that is weirdly reminiscent of a large pocket watch seems to call for him.

“Huh… it looks like an amulet.” Jim remarks softly as holds up the device, turning it this way and that as Toby starts shouting, demanding whoever might be playing this joke on them to come out.

Lacey whines and leans over Jim’s shoulder to sniff the amulet, before whining and cowering behind him.

“Hello? I’m listening.” He holds the device up to his ear, Toby quickly moving closer to hear as well.

Not far off, the school bell goes off, startling both boys.

“Ah! Final bell!” Jim shouts as they race back to their bikes, Lacey scrambling to follow after them.

“We’re so late, our kids are gonna have detention!” Toby yells as they run.

“Come on Tobes, we can still make it!” Jim jumps on his bike and starts pedaling, Toby following as quick as he could. Lacey barks as she runs ahead, stopping atop the canal wall to watch them, nearly squeals in panic at the sight of glowing eyes in the sewer grates behind where they’d been.

“Lacey?” Jim looks back, the eyes vanished now, then shakes his head. “Come on, we gotta go!” He urges and the pup quickly follows him towards the school, looking behind them the whole time.

#trollhunters #trollhunters au #Give Jim A Dog AU #A Boy And His Dog #its a little shorter than I intended #i wanted the whole ep per chapter #but it was 2am when i got to this point

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1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

If you wanted to understand the current emotional pain I’m in, please listen to The Adventure Zone. That being said, I think you mean by a deeper level than “I was fucking shaking because of Cam, Magnus, and Johann on Saturday.”

Read: I’d say that my Catholic Youth Bible really helped me in my early to mid teens. I was going through Confirmation and had just discovered that I liked girls (at the time I thought I was bi.) This particular bible edition had commentary. Specifically, it talked about how, no, being gay is not a sin. It was really important to me because I spent a good portion of early high school scared. Catholicism may not be the most pro-gay of the various versions of Christianity, but the Church also doesn’t believe that being LGBT would give you a one-way ticket to Hell. I was scared that the denominations that said this were right, and my Catholic Youth Bible certainly helped me. (Being Catholic also shaped me in other ways as well but I don’t feel like going on for pages about my religous experience.)

Watch: I never used to (willingly) analyze any piece of media I consumed before I watched the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena. Um, I’d also say that the movie Interstellar probably left some sort of impact on me, and my current fandom obsession is Trollhunters.

Listen: In middle school, my musical obsession was Lindsey Stirling. In high school, it was Starset. As of now, I can’t name one. But seriously, please listen to The Adventure Zone if you haven’t already. It starts out as a bunch of dick jokes but I’m close to the end and I wish my D&D games could become so epic and heartbreaking.

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?

I’m definitely a Ravenclaw, although I’m fine with being a muggle because then I get to use the internet.

29. three songs that you connect with right now.

“Arms Outstretched” from, you guessed it, the Adventure Zone OST is stuck in my head. It’s a really good piece as well.

This particular cover of “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift is going to be me in a week or so.

I don’t know why, but “Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea” is really motivational for me? Especially when my executive dysfunction is kicking in. This is powerful enough to break me out of it. Something similar happens with “Children of the Sun”/“None Shall Live” as well as a mashup of “Rolling in the Deep” and “Eye of the Tiger” that I found. I think it’s the bass and the fighty-ness of the songs that pump me up enough.

identity ask………oh shit

#rebelliouswhirlpool #answered ask #the adventure zone #sapphic catholic #homophobia #is mentioned #fall out boy #two steps from hell #adele #survivor #revolutionary girl utena #trollhunters #interstellar #ravenclaw #taylor swift

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hello-em75 · 6 years

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TAGGED BY: my musk ox @chiefhiccstrid and @winxrus ! thanks guys!

last

drink: jasmine milk tea with boba! so goooood

phone call: my mom

text message: my babe @chiefhiccstrid ;)

song you listened to: “eastside” by halsey, khalid, and benny blanco

time you cried: two days ago when i watched inside out (how do you not tear up when bing bong sacrifices himself like he’s my hero)

ever

dated someone twice: well i haven’t dated someone once SOOO

kissed someone and regretted it: haven’t had my first kiss yet loll

been cheated on: in my head yes JK

lost someone special: i probably thought they were pretty special at the time, but then realized that they really weren’t all that

been depressed: no fortunately. i’ve had my bouts of sadness and loneliness more often than i’d like to admit, but i’ve always been surrounded by a loving family and i have my extra special best friend who always reminds me of how much i’m loved so i’m pretty blessed <333

gotten drunk and thrown up: not yet LMAO

fave color: i always say blue, but i’m always in some neutral color so probably gray, white, or black if it really came down to it

in the last year have you

made new friends: yep! and i’m incredibly thankful for them

fallen out of love: if you mean an unhealthy level of infatuation then hells yes

laughed until you cried: luckily yes

found out someone was talking about you: yeah, but it wasn’t anything bad so we’re good

met someone who changed you: i wouldn’t say they changed me, but @chiefhiccstrid has definitely brought out nothing but the best in me since we’ve become friends, and i’m eternally grateful for that and her

found out who your friends are: eh, i guess? we’re still “friends” in the sense that there’s still a strong sense of familiarity and trust among us all but they’re not the people i turn to first in the way that friends do

kissed someone on your facebook friends list: no kisses yet

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: all of them pretty much

do you have any pets: nope! and it kills me every day

do you want to change your name: i used to think it was pretty basic, but now i can’t imagine myself with another one

what did you do for your last birthday: i was in las vegas with family and my dad’s friend’s family! i remember eating sushi, taking a solid nap in our hotel room, eating a overpriced and frankly not worth it “thanksgiving” dinner, opening presents, and eating cake lol

what time did you wake up today: around 10 AM LOLL

what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping

what is something you can’t wait for: httyd: thw (obviously) and graduating high school!

what are you listening to right now: unfortunately, a spotify ad

have you ever talked to a person named tom: only in my dreams bc tom holland and i are tight af in my head.

something that gets on your nerves: i could air out my laundry list here, but i’ll go with ignorant and narrow-minded people

most visited website: i honestly don’t know between tumblr, ff.net, or one of my school websites that i have to go to everyday to get a good grade lol

hair color: it used to be a dark brown, but i got a balayage treatment done last year so it’s still brown but has streaks of blonde now too!

long or short hair: aggressively long but i honestly love it

what do you like about yourself: if looking externally, probably my eyes because that’s something people consistently compliment me on. if looking inwardly for something i like about myself (which is definitely harder), probably my sense of humor and go with the flow attitude towards most things lol

want any piercings: i have one set of piercings in my ears, but i kind of want to get another one in my ears to make it two sets!

blood type: i honestly don’t know and neither do my parents (without looking at any of my documents) so if i ever needed blood we’d be in real trouble hehe

nicknames: em is the main one, but pretty much everyone calls me emily irl.

relationship status: a questionably happy single ngl

zodiac: sagitarrius

pronouns: she/her

fave tv shows: race to the edge, voltron, trollhunters, queer eye, and the crown

tattoos: none yet! but i’m leaning towards getting one when i’m old enough to!

right or left handed: right-handed

ever had surgery: thankfully nope

piercings: only in my ears

sport: i probably would be okay at most of them if i was at all fast but nope lol

I have practiced: piano, violin, clarinet, and guitar (which i eventually all quit).

vacation: gosh, i want to go all over the world because i’ve pretty much traveled only in the us and canada in my lifetime thus far SO LETS INTERNATIONALLY TRAVEL

trainers: if this is relevant to sneakers, then yes i have had them in the past year. but if not, then i have no clue LOL.

more general

eating: nothing atm

drinking: nothing atm

about to watch: nothing, because i should be asleep at 2 AM haha

waiting for: httyd: thw and money to fall in my lap so i can go visit all of my rad httyd fandom friends and not be fucking broke going into college

want: happiness? lasting love? a sense of security? success? is this too deep for this question bc i went there LOL

want to get married: definitely one day!

career: nothing yet! still have to graduate hs and go through college first

which is better

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: taller

older or younger: for a relationship, i would rather them be older then younger

nice arms or stomach: arms

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: oof can there be somewhere in between?

have you ever

kissed a stranger: nope

drunk hard liquor: psh i’m not that cool jk

lost glasses: yes, but always after i get new ones luckily

turned someone down: yes, but still not 100% sure if they were joking or not when asking me out so maybe no?

sex on first date: nah that’s not really me

broken someone’s heart: gosh i sure hope not

had your heart broken: at the time i probably saw it that way

been arrested: not yet lmao

cried when someone died: if we’re talking about stoick then yes LOL

fallen for a friend: nope! at most they’ve been acquaintances or surface-level friends tbh

do you believe in

yourself: it changes on the daily

miracles: hmm i guess? like i believe that they can happen, but i wouldn’t pray for one or hope for one if there’s a way i can take to achieving something myself if that makes sense

love at first sight: attraction yes, “love” is a hard no

santa claus: at one point in time i did, but not now

kiss on a first date: it really depends on the date and who the guy is

angels: yes

others

best friend’s name: stefanie :))))))

eye color: hazel

fave movie: httyd/httyd2, spiderman homecoming, mulan, princess and the frog, the incredibles, and probably more bc i’m brainfarting atm

fave actors: tom holland, chris evans, america ferrera, andree vermeulen, jay baruchel, lana condor, noah centineo, awkwafina, gemma chan, anna kendrick, and probably a whole bunch more that i’m blanking on lol

TAGGING: @involuntarydiaphragmspasm , @fanaticfangirl2602 , @astridthevalkyrie , @drchee5e , @hotccup , @howtodrawyourdragon , @ashleybenlove , @whosthatgal , @knowerofuselessfacts , @evilwriter37, @lutavero and anyone else who wants to do it!

#ask meme #httyd fandom #personal

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gotmilk5101520 · 3 years

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 25 A Night to Remember (Deleted Scene)

100% Jlaire. Until the end.

“Buenas noches”

“You speak Spanish?”

“That costume is incredible. Did you make it?”

“No. He found a magical amulet that makes it”

“You’re funny”

“I know we don’t know each other all that well”

“But we’re going to spending a lot of time together”

“What about you? What’s calling you, Jim Lake Junior?”

“Beauty too rich for use”

“For earth too dear, so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows”

“Did my heart love till now?”

“Forswear it, sight”

“For i never saw true beauty till this night”

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea”

“My love as deep. The more i give to thee, the more i have”

“For both are infinite”

“Promoting Steve to Romeo wasn’t your idea”

“And, honestly, i’d rather be on stage with you”

“If you ever need someone to talk to about “the monsters” you can talk to me”

“It can be our secret”

“Forgive me!”

“Relax!”

“They think the girl did it. Now they’re after her”

“They think Claire’s responsible?”

“They’re gonna go after her!”

“I have to save her!”

“I’ll explain everything once i get you safe in Trollmarket”

“Trollmarket?”

“For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command!”

“And, Claire, i promise i’m gonna find your brother”

“Even if it means crossing into the Darklands myself”

“You spend so much time with Lake, you’re practically swimming in him”

“We’re just friends. End of story”

“Now, you’re gonna want to start drawing a semi-circle”

“Oh! You have it. Okay, never mind”

“Gotcha”

“I know you’ll be devastated, but you lost”

“Steve is our Spring King”

“It’s funny”

”i don’t feel like a loser”

“Yeah. I’ve got my flashlight, horngazel, amulet…”

“This is amazing”

“How did you hear about this place”

“Logan brought me up here to ask me out to the Spring Fling”

“Oh! He did?”

“Well, are you-?”

“I told him i was waiting for someone else to ask me”

“Um...”

“Uh, um...”

“Hey, do you want to go to the Spring Fling?”

“Yeah, i’ll probably go, but i-”

“Oh”

“You mean with you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me”

“But i’m afraid we’ll both graduate by the time you get around to it”

“Graduate collage, i mean”

“Yeah, i- i- i- was...”

“Huh”

“Yes! Definitely!”

“You’re hanging with your boyfriend”

“Jimmy Jam”

“He’s not my boyfriend”

“Why did you let me drag you into this?”

“But how could i ever say “No” to those eyes?”

“Horngazel!”

“The Spring Fling, it’s tonight”

”I forgot”

“Your mom’s life is more important than a stupid dance”

“I know”

“But”

“i was looking forward to our stupid dance”

“Me, to-”

“I closed the gate before Angor Rot got in”

“No! No!”

“What?”

”Is it my breath?”

“No, no”

“no, no, no!”

“I know why he ran off with my purse!”

“He has it! He has it!”

“What? You saw him?”

“He has it!”

“Claire! Angor Rot has what?”

“Tell me where’s the key to Trollmarket, and i’ll let you live!”

“I’ll be seeing you again soon!”

“HE HAS THE KEY TO TROLLMARKET!”

“You cannot hide from me now”

“Hunter”

Well, that was the deleted scene. I hope you guys liked it. I worked really hard on it, and it got longer and longer that i decided to remove it from the actual Watch and made it into it’s own separate post.

We’ll start season 2 (Season 3) in May.

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia #jlaire

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howtodrawyourdragon · 6 years

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TAGGED BY: @hello-em75

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drink: A nice glass of orange juice!

phone call: Idk? I answered the phone and they hung up after I said 'hello' twice!

text message: My mom. :)

song you listened to: I think that may be a Linkin Park song.

time you cried: Somewhere early August. Was having a bit of a troubling night.

ever

dated someone twice: I have never dated before, so no.

kissed someone and regretted it: I have never kissed before either! Haha!

been cheated on: Well, it's hard to get cheated on if you've never dated before in the first place!

lost someone special: Don't we all lose someone at some point? I have lost contact with a dear friend of mine. I hope to talk to her soon and I wish her well.

been depressed: I had a very difficult year when I was 16, but I'm 22 now. I'm doing a lot better and am in a better place in life now.

gotten drunk and thrown up: Due to certain events in my life, I have decided not to consume any alcohol. Now when it just so happens to be in desserts like tiramisu? That I do not mind! But you can't get drunk on those, so no!

fave color: That has always been red and blue!

in the last year have you

made new friends: I have!!! And they are absolutely awesome!!!

fallen out of love: Like actual love? As in 'fallen out of love with someone'? No, I haven't.

laughed until you cried: Oh, several times. And either I'm playing a video game with my brother and/or mom, having a fun random talk with the Discord Squad or watching a Httyd 3 countdown stream. Those are the moments I can remember.

found out someone was talking about you: Several times in school. And they were never subtle about it. They wanted me to know.

met someone who changed you: I'm looking at you @ Discord Squad! I know I still have a lot to learn, but you guys have helped me find confidence in my skills.

found out who your friends are: I have stated before that I come from the Sonic fandom. Even though I am now in the Httyd fandom, there are still people from that fandom that I talk to. I think that counts.

kissed someone on your facebook friends list: I am a virgin in every way. Kissing included.

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: Should mention that I don't have facebook.

do you have any pets: Two dogs, two turtles, a cat and two aquariums. One of which is my brother's.

do you want to change your name: I didn't really care much for my name. Now my nickname is 'Mel' and I am kind of glad!

what did you do for your last birthday: Got up, cared for my dog, got on my laptop, got amazing gifts from my Discord Squad, mom made me a pie (it was delicious), had a minor fight with my stepfather, stayed on my laptop for the rest of the evening and that was my day. :'D I feel like I am forgetting something.

what time did you wake up today: Woke up around 9:30am, got up at 10:15am. I keep a close eye on the time, haha.

what were you doing at midnight last night: Waiting for my little brother to finally come downstairs, so someone could keep our good girl company at night since it's no longer healthy for her to go upstairs anymore. She has a bad back, poor girl.

what is something you can’t wait for: Httyd 3, Rescue Riders and for school to be over!

what are you listening to right now: A Youtube video. A Dead by Daylight let's play video. Garuku Bluemoon is playing a giggle Michael and I am living for it.

have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes, back in elementary school! Had two of them in my class at some point! Met them in kindergarten.

something that gets on your nerves: OmT, so many things I could list! But something I find myself sighing at the most is judgemental people.

most visited website: YouTube, Tumblr, FF.Net, Ao3.

hair color: Idk? Someone once called my hair brown, but mom insists that it's dark blond. And to be fair, that person claimed my hair was brown when it was Winter, which is when my hair is naturally darker than it is in Summer.

long or short hair: Used to have it down to almost my butt. Then I had a haircut because it would make me 'look more like an adult' and now it's a little bit beneath my shoulders. I miss my long ass hair.

what do you like about yourself: Physically or...? Physically It used to be my hair. Otherwise it is my ability to write. And my patience. Makes it a lot easier when you miss the bus and have to wait an hour for the next one.

want any piercings: I have earrings, but other than those I have no need for piercings.

blood type: A positive.

nicknames: Mel!

relationship status: Single. I don't mind being single, but at the same time I want to experience what it's like to be in a relationship! :'D

zodiac: Leo

pronouns: she/her

fave tv shows: Race to the Edge, Trollhunters, Grimm, Bones, B-99, Ghost Adventures, Destination Truth, I feel like I am forgetting some.

tattoos: I have none, not planning on getting one either. But I do like them.

right or left handed: right-handed

ever had surgery: I haven't! And I hope I will never need one!

piercings: Earrings

sport: I don't do any sports. I swim often and I dance every week, but no sports. I have hypermobile joints, so I really can't do a lot of sports.

I have practiced: We have a guitar. We don't know how to play it, but we do have one!

vacation: No, I haven't! But I want to go to Canada and Scotland. Both for the nature.

trainers: I'm not sure what this one is supposed to mean?

more general

eating: Nothing right now.

drinking: Chocolate milk! :D

about to watch: Might either watch another Dead by Daylight video or an episode of RttE.

waiting for: Still waiting for Httyd 3 and RR.

want: Httyd 3, RR and my first novel to write itself and do it professionally.

want to get married: I like the idea of spending the rest of my life together with the love of my life, but weddings are expensive, the uncertainty after a divorce is scary and I don't think I will ever be able to find someone who can put up with me. Being in a relationship with me will most likely mean giving Httyd, Atla/Lok and FmaB a try.

career: Hopefully one in writing and childcare soon.

which is better

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: Depends. I would like my significant other to be taller than me, but my fave characters can be either. Hiccup Haddock has been both, for example.

older or younger: Idk? I wouldn't mind a few years older or a year younger.

nice arms or stomach: Nice arms

hookup or relationship: A relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: Mostly hesitant.

have you ever

kissed a stranger: Never

drunk hard liquor: I don't drink, so no.

lost glasses: I haven't had any need for glasses. So far.

turned someone down: I have had two people confess to me online. Two girls, actually. But I have never even seen their faces before, you know? Luckily I managed to stay friends with one of them. The other just stopped talking to me at some point.

sex on first date: Haha, no. Never.

broken someone’s heart: I hope not...

had your heart broken: Several times, but not in the context of love.

been arrested: Not yet!

cried when someone died: Yes, I have. For real life people and for animated people.

fallen for a friend: Nope.

do you believe in

yourself: I believe in my writing skills.

miracles: I kind of do. They do sometimes happen.

love at first sight: I do. It's the oldest trope in the book and I love it. I will stan the couple if they actually get to know each other, though.

santa claus: Haha, probably!

kiss on a first date: It will probably depend on the date.

angels: No.

others

best friend’s name: I know their name.

eye color: Blueish/greenish?

fave movie: The Httyd movies, Spider-man: Homecoming, the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, the Jurassic Park/World movies, FmA: Sacred Star of Milos, Ookami Kodomo No Ame To Yuki

fave actors: Jay Baruchel, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr.

TAGGING: @bitter-feat-dragons @eynvie @evilwriter37 @ashleybenlove @luxblackarts @frejaboisen @we-are-not-the-losechesters @dragon-girl-laughing @coneygoil

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